The Brazilian Carnival might be over, but this tanned god from Rio is throwing his own private celebration in the beach house he rented for the week. His conquest for the evening is a pale, slender twink he plucked from the boardwalk — wide-eyed and visibly nervous after getting a glimpse of what was straining against those tiny swim trunks.
Now standing at the foot of the bed, the Brazilian peels down his trunks and reveals a monster — easily ten inches of thick, dark, uncut meat that hangs heavy even at full hardness. The twink’s gulp is audible, but he drops to his knees anyway, determined to worship this Latin deity properly.
He can barely fit the head in his mouth, jaw stretched to its maximum as he struggles to take even half the length. The Brazilian is patient, letting the boy work at his own pace, stroking his hair encouragingly. But when it comes time to fuck, patience runs out. He lifts the twink like he weighs nothing, tosses him on the bed, and spreads those skinny legs wide. The penetration is slow but relentless — inch after impossible inch disappearing into that stretched little hole while the twink claws the sheets and howls with a mixture of agony and ecstasy that can probably be heard from the beach.
