I Spy: Colton Reece & Vander Pulaski

Colton Reece and Vander Pulaski ache for each other's touch, but distance keeps them apart. They fire up a video chat, and the spark ignites fast. Colton’s voice drops low. 'Bend over,' he commands. 'Show me your hole.' Vander obeys, arching his back on camera. Colton’s restraint snaps. He yanks out his thick cock, wraps his fist around it, and strokes with urgent rhythm as Vander exposes himself. Vander spreads his ass cheeks wide, the tight pucker winking in the light. He teases it first with probing fingers, dipping in and out, slick with lube. Then he grabs a fat dildo, presses the tip against his entrance, and pushes it deep. Inch by inch, it stretches him open. He fucks himself slow at first, then harder, moans spilling out. Colton watches, transfixed, his hand flying faster. The sight unravels him. His balls tighten, and he erupts—a warm, thick load splattering across his abs in sticky ropes. Vander’s mind races to Colton breeding him raw, filling him up. That image tips him over. He groans, body shuddering as his own cum oozes heavy over the dildo and his pulsing cock.