A Taste of Brazil

Danny Montero steps through the door, and there stands Joaquim Cruze, shirt discarded, his chiseled torso gleaming under the soft light. Danny's eyes lock on that tempting bulge. He lunges forward, fingers deftly popping the button on Joaquim's jeans. The denim pools at ankles in a heartbeat, revealing Joaquim's thick, uncut cock, standing proud and ready. Danny drops to his knees, lips parting to claim it. He slurps deep, taking every inch down to the balls, savoring the salty heat. Joaquim buckles, sinking to his own knees, eager to reciprocate. He engulfs Danny's length, tongue swirling with fierce hunger. Danny grips the back of Joaquim's head, thrusting hard, face-fucking the Brazilian stud until moans echo off the walls. Now Joaquim takes charge. He perches on the stairs, legs spread wide, his cock begging for more. Danny dives in again, choking down the hefty shaft, throat working it relentlessly. Joaquim erupts—hot spurts flooding Danny's mouth, spilling over his face in sticky ropes. With Joaquim's essence still coating his lips, Danny scoops up the mess and feeds it back, their tongues tangling in a cum-slicked kiss that seals the fire between them.