Get A Room Too

Reign lounged naked under the sun, his skin gleaming with a fresh sheen of oil he couldn't quite reach on his own. Enter Ian Holms, a helpful stranger with steady hands and a curious eye. He started with Reign's broad back, fingers gliding over taut muscles in smooth, efficient strokes. But when Ian flipped him over to the front, his gaze locked on Reign's massive cock, already thick and hard from self-indulgent play. Impressed—hell, mesmerized—Ian climbed onto the lounge chair without a second thought. He wrapped his lips around that throbbing length and sucked with urgent hunger, right there in public, mere feet from a cluster of wide-eyed bystanders pretending not to stare. Reign's desire surged. He pulled Ian up, burying his face deep into those furry cheeks, tongue teasing the musky warmth. Then, with a growl, he positioned his hung cock and thrust in, busting Ian open in one commanding push. No mercy followed. Reign dominated that tight hole, slamming his hips forward in relentless rhythm, his voice a husky rasp of dirty commands: 'Take every inch, you filthy tease—milk me dry while they all watch.' They tumbled off the chair onto the warm ground, bodies tangled in raw need. Reign kept pounding bareback, owning Ian's ass with fierce precision. Ian's uncut cock finally erupted, spilling a thick, white wad across his own belly. Reign pulled out just in time, unleashing warm ropes of cum that painted Ian's hairy chest and abs in sticky triumph.