Scrum in the new 357x Sauna in Sydney

[BondiRaw]

Scrum in the Dark

 

Sione stepped into 357x Sauna Sydney, his massive frame barely needing to push through the crowd. The heat, the musk, the heavy bass vibrating through his chest—everything about this place set his blood on fire. He had spent the day on the rugby field, his thick thighs and broad chest still slick with sweat, and now, he was looking for something rough. Something raw.

 

He didn’t bother with a towel. He wanted to be seen.

 

The dim glow of the corridors barely lit the shadows where bodies pressed together, hands groping, lips swallowing moans. A man brushed against him—a lean, dark-skinned stud who reached for his pouch, fingers teasing the outline of his cock.

 

“Damn,” the man muttered. “You’re built like a fucking tank.”

 

Sione smirked. “And I’m not even warmed up yet.”

 

He grabbed the man by the jaw, slid his tongue deep into his mouth, and let their sweat mix as hands roamed, gripping muscles, testing strength. But before he could take it further, another set of hands slid around his waist, a muscular Latino with a wicked grin, pressing his hard cock against the curve of Sione’s ass.

 

“You’re coming with us,” the Latino whispered, his breath hot against Sione’s ear.

 

They led him to the dark room where a sling hung in the center, a man already strapped in, legs spread wide, hole slick and open, panting for more.

 

“Breed me,” the man begged.

 

Sione licked his lips, pressing the head of his cock against the stretched hole. He pushed in, slow at first, until he was fully buried. The man moaned, gripping the chains of the sling. Sione set a brutal pace, his thick thighs flexing with every thrust. Tongues traced the sweat dripping down his back, someone licked at his ass while another sucked his balls, the wet warmth sending shocks through his spine.

 

More bodies gathered. Hands explored his muscles. A second man pressed against him, fingers teasing his entrance. Sione didn’t resist. He wanted to be taken just as much as he wanted to take.

 

The Latino knelt, lubing his cock before pressing it between Sione’s thick cheeks. The stretch was deep, hot, overwhelming. Sione grunted, still pounding into the man in the sling, his own hole clenching around the cock filling him.

 

The room was a blur of moans, sweat, and skin. The man in the sling trembled, begging for Sione’s load. With a deep growl, Sione slammed in one last time, filling him up, the warmth of his cum mixing with the heat of the room.

 

But he wasn’t done.

 

The Latino pulled him into a sloppy, cum-soaked kiss, then turned around, presenting his thick ass. “Your turn.”

 

Sione smirked.

 

“Round two.”