Throb

Jimmy Durano's chiseled shoulders flex first into view, all raw muscle and heat. He locks lips with Donnie Dean in a deep, hungry kiss. Jimmy's uncut cock stands rigid, pointing straight up, held firm by balls swollen like ripe plums. Donnie can't choose—his mouth devours cock and balls together, leaving them slick and gleaming with spit. He drops lower, engulfing Jimmy's thick shaft. Jimmy gasps, moans escaping in ragged bursts; sweat beads on his torso, abs contracting in waves, thighs tightening like coiled springs. Donnie works every inch of him—upper body grinding against Jimmy's taint, fingers kneading those heavy balls, hand pumping the base while his lips slide up and down. You'd empty yourself down his throat in seconds, painting his tonsils white. But Donnie's twitching hole begs for attention. Jimmy buries his face between those firm, rounded cheeks. Donnie strokes himself in time with Jimmy's tongue swirling over his rim. Those rolling hips push him over the edge—a sharp slap on the ass, and Jimmy thrusts in deep from behind. Breaths turn sharp and shallow as they shift to missionary, bodies locked tight. Jimmy growls the command: 'Cum.' Donnie erupts, ropes of seed splattering across his own chest. Jimmy's cock emerges looking impossibly thicker, stretched and slick. Donnie craves one last taste. Jimmy obliges, unleashing a thick flood across his face.