Wet Heat

Reign and Trent Marx spot the empty outdoor pool and shed their clothes in a heartbeat, primed for a raw, sun-soaked fuck. Reign perches on the pool's edge, his curved cock jutting out like a siren's call. Trent swims close, lips parting to trace the length from base to tip. He gulps down every throbbing inch, water dripping from his chin. Emerging from the pool, Trent drops to all fours on the warm deck. Reign kneels behind him, slick with pool water and anticipation. Trent's soft moans echo as Reign's long shaft plunges deep, striking those hidden nerves that make his body arch. The rhythm builds—fiercer thrusts, skin slapping against skin—until Reign yanks free and unleashes thick, creamy ropes across Trent's flushed, well-fucked cheeks. Spent but commanding, Reign drops to his knees and orders the trembling Trent to paint his bare face with a hot, juicy load.