Gotta Have It

Colton Reece stands poised, his thick, hairy cock throbbing with intent, eager to claim every inch of Jordan Starr's willing body. Jordan's lips seal around that rigid shaft, sucking hungrily as Colton, the commanding verbal top, clamps a firm hand on the back of his head. He thrusts fast and deep, driving into Jordan's throat with relentless rhythm. Then Colton shifts, burying his face between Jordan's cheeks to tongue that tight, smooth hole. His fingers plunge in next, probing and stretching, before he lifts them to Jordan's mouth—let the eager bottom savor the musky tang of his own depths. Craving more, Colton lines up his girthy length and sinks raw into Jordan's starving ass. He pounds hard, skin slapping against skin in echoes that fill the room. The raw symphony of bareback fucking breaks only when Colton withdraws, erupting in thick ropes across Jordan's round cheeks. With a sly grin, he scoops up the warm spend and feeds it straight to his spent, gasping partner.