Love & Lust in New Orleans

Rain lashes New Orleans in relentless sheets, turning the streets into slick mirrors of the day. Michael Delray and Skyy Knox, fresh from sightseeing and a lazy lunch, stumble back to the house drenched to the bone. Water clings to their skin like a second, unwelcome layer. They peel off soaked clothes in a hurry, urgency humming in the air. Skyy's eyes lock on the bulge straining Michael's damp undies—a raging hard-on that demands attention. He drops to his knees, lips parting to swallow it whole. It's a big dick, thick and unyielding, but Skyy takes every inch down his throat, throat muscles working in slick rhythm. Michael swells to full mast, veins pulsing hot. He switches places, kneeling before Skyy. His mouth finds the extra-long foreskin, teasing it with tongue flicks before lapping at those big, tight balls. Both men throb now, cocks rigid and leaking. Michael can't hold back. He spreads Skyy's cheeks, tongue diving into that smooth hole. He laps and probes, wetting it deep, opening it wide—primed for the invasion to come. Intent burns in his gaze: he'll fill Skyy with his big stiff rod, no half-measures. Ready to claim, Michael bends Skyy over the kitchen table. He thrusts in deep, plugging that eager ass to the hilt. Skyy craves the connection, flips onto his back for a front-row view of Michael's face—sweat-slick, intense—as the plowing intensifies. Each stroke hits home, relentless and raw. The sight of this hot young stud owning his ass tips Skyy over the edge. He erupts, ropes of cum splattering his chest in hot bursts. But he's not done. As Michael pulls out, cock still throbbing, Skyy sinks to his knees again. Mouth wide, he milks every drop from that pulsing shaft, swallowing greedily.