Jimmy Durano's chiseled shoulders flex first into view, broad and inviting. He locks lips with Donnie Dean in a deep, hungry kiss. Jimmy's uncut cock stands rigid, pointing skyward, its base cradled by balls swollen like ripe plums. Donnie can't choose—his mouth devours cock and balls in turn, leaving them slick and gleaming with spit. He dips lower, engulfing Jimmy's thick shaft. Jimmy gasps, moans escaping in ragged bursts; sweat beads on his torso, abs contracting like waves, thighs tightening with each pull. Donnie works his whole upper body into it—fingers knead Jimmy's taint, grip his balls, stroke the base while his lips seal tight around the length. It's the kind of suck that begs for a throat-deep load, a velvet vise you'd flood without mercy. But Donnie's own hole throbs, demanding its turn. Jimmy buries his face between those firm, rounded cheeks, tongue circling and probing the puckered ring. Donnie strokes himself in sync, hips bucking to the wet laps. Those grinding motions tip Jimmy over the edge—with a sharp slap to the ass, he slides in from behind, filling Donnie deep. Breaths turn sharp and syncopated as they shift to missionary, bodies aligned and urgent. Jimmy growls the command: 'Cum.' Donnie erupts, ropes of seed splattering his chest and abs. Jimmy pulls out, his cock seeming twice the girth it entered with, veined and pulsing. Donnie craves one last taste, mouth opening wide. Jimmy obliges, unleashing a thick facial that coats him in hot, sticky reward.
Jimmy Durano's chiseled shoulders flex first into view, broad and inviting. He locks lips with Donnie Dean in a deep, hungry kiss. Jimmy's uncut cock stands rigid, pointing skyward, its base cradled by balls swollen like ripe plums. Donnie can't choose—his mouth devours cock and balls in turn, leaving them slick and gleaming with spit. He dips lower, engulfing Jimmy's thick shaft. Jimmy gasps, moans escaping in ragged bursts; sweat beads on his torso, abs contracting like waves, thighs tightening with each pull. Donnie works his whole upper body into it—fingers knead Jimmy's taint, grip his balls, stroke the base while his lips seal tight around the length. It's the kind of suck that begs for a throat-deep load, a velvet vise you'd flood without mercy. But Donnie's own hole throbs, demanding its turn. Jimmy buries his face between those firm, rounded cheeks, tongue circling and probing the puckered ring. Donnie strokes himself in sync, hips bucking to the wet laps. Those grinding motions tip Jimmy over the edge—with a sharp slap to the ass, he slides in from behind, filling Donnie deep. Breaths turn sharp and syncopated as they shift to missionary, bodies aligned and urgent. Jimmy growls the command: 'Cum.' Donnie erupts, ropes of seed splattering his chest and abs. Jimmy pulls out, his cock seeming twice the girth it entered with, veined and pulsing. Donnie craves one last taste, mouth opening wide. Jimmy obliges, unleashing a thick facial that coats him in hot, sticky reward.
