A good-looking man squats on a balcony outside a block of flats in Paris. Anthony Karlier is naked but for a tight pair of boxer trunks with the butt cut out. He suggestively runs the palm of his hand over the peachy cheeks of his ass before fingering himself expectantly. Euro porn God, Greg Centuri, arrives at the apartment and lets himself in. He discovers Anthony keenly pleasuring himself on the terrace and the sight plainly turns him on.

Greg pushes his hand down the front of his jeans and starts to massage his enormous dick, unable to take his lust-filled eyes off the naked man in front of him. Greg moves across to Anthony and slaps his ass before dropping his pants and sinking his meat into the naked man’s hungry mouth. Anthony immediately gets to work, sucking Greg’s swollen dick like his life depends on it.

Greg looks around nervously to check that no one in the flats overlooking the balcony is watching, but despite feeling uneasy, he’s soon rock hard, grabbing the back of Anthony’s head and feeding his beautiful, upward-curving dick deep into the bottom man’s warm, inviting throat. Feeling that they’ve probably chanced their luck by making out so publicly for so long, the two men head inside and continue their horny session on the living room floor. Greg immediately rubbers up and thrusts his giant rod deep into Anthony’s twitching hole.

Greg bangs hard, fast and relentlessly with his balls slapping noisily against the bottom man’s well-sculpted ass cheeks. Both men are in total ecstasy. They’re completely hooked on each other. After pounding Anthony to within an inch of his life, Greg pulls out and frantically jerks his dick until long snakes of thick cream squirt from its tip onto the bottom man’s smooth back.

Greg casually buttons up his jeans and, without even saying thank you, leaves the flat. Anthony, alone, jerks himself to oblivion.