7 Minutes In Heaven

Colton Reece and Michael Boston, fresh flames in the fire of new love, can't resist the magnetic pull between them. Their friends dive into '7 Minutes in Heaven,' but the pair slips away, drawn to a quiet bathroom where shadows promise privacy. Heat builds fast. Michael, ravenous for Colton's hardness, yanks down his shorts and seals his slick lips around that thick shaft. Spit trails from the corners of his mouth as Colton seizes the back of Michael's head, thrusting every rigid inch into that eager throat—a velvet vice clenching tight. Colton drives without mercy, plunging deep, forcing gags and desperate gasps from Michael's lips. The air thickens with raw hunger. Then Colton flips the script, stripping Michael's shorts to plunge his face into that insatiable bubble butt, cheeks so full and plush he must pry them apart with firm hands. His tongue finally breaches the tight ring, lapping with greedy strokes until the taste lingers like forbidden fruit on his lips. Sated for the moment, Colton spins Michael around, swallowing his cock whole while Michael's fingers dance over his nipples, pinching sparks of pleasure. But Michael craves one last dive; he drops to his knees again, devouring that monster down his throat in a frenzy of suction and slide. Colton unravels, erupting in thick ropes that splatter across Michael's face, a sticky masterpiece of lust. Michael savors it all, tongue flicking out to claim every drop before rising. He strokes himself to the edge and unloads, coating Colton's spent cock in warm spurts. Not a trace left behind—Michael kneels once more, licking his own release clean, sealing their secret with a final, salty kiss.