A Taste of Brazil

Skyy Knox drapes himself over the balcony railing, his gaze snagging on Joaquim Cruze slicing through the pool water below, bare as the night air. Their eyes collide, electric and unyielding. Skyy doesn't hesitate—he beckons the Brazilian stud upstairs, voice laced with hunger. Up close, Joaquim's body gleams like sculpted marble, every ridge taut and unyielding. Skyy traces kisses down that chiseled torso, lips brushing lower until they hover over the swell straining Joaquim's swim trunks. He yanks them aside. A thick, uncut cock springs free, and Skyy swallows it whole, throat working greedily. Joaquim sighs, his shaft throbbing under the wet pull, balls drawn tight from Skyy's teasing tongue. Then Joaquim flips the script. He drops to his knees, engulfs Skyy's uncut length in one smooth plunge, lips sealing against the wild thatch of pubes at the base. He spins Skyy over the couch's edge, parts those firm cheeks with strong hands, spits a glistening trail onto the smooth, puckered hole. His tongue dives in, lapping at Skyy's hairless muscle-butt with relentless fervor. Between flicks, Joaquim slips fingers inside, stretching and priming that eager entrance for what's coming. Satisfied, he rises, aligns his thick pole, and thrusts deep. Skyy takes it like he was born for it—champion through the burn—first on all fours in doggy rhythm, then flipping to his back, one leg hooked over Joaquim's shoulder as the stretch pulls him wide. Joaquim pounds from every angle, bodies slick and slamming. Skyy breaks first, ropes of cum erupting across his abs, leaving him wrecked and gasping. But Joaquim presses on, fisting his own release until it splatters thick across Skyy's face—a messy, salty crown. They seal it with a final, devouring kiss.