Wet Heat

Tristan Hunter drips from an afternoon of skinny dipping, his skin slick and sun-kissed. The sight of Luke Truong, utterly bare, slicing through the water only stokes his desire hotter. Perched on the pool's edge, Tristan threads fingers into the back of Luke's head. The young twink works him eagerly, lips sliding up and down that long, throbbing cock. Luke surfaces, body gleaming like polished marble, and stretches out on a beach towel. Eager for bareback bliss, he grins wide as Tristan hoists his legs skyward. Tristan thrusts deep into that smooth, welcoming hole, their rhythm building with urgent grace. Against a sun-warmed rock, Tristan drills with fierce passion now, bodies locked in slick harmony. He withdraws at the perfect moment, ropes of cum painting Luke's hairless ass in pearly streaks. Then, bending low, Tristan laps at the used, quivering entrance, tongue tracing every tender edge. Luke spins around, eyes alight, and unleashes his own creamy release—splattering Tristan's rigid cock in hot, generous spurts.