Layover - Los Angeles, Part 3

Brandon Lewis can't resist Jayden Grey's pull, that magnetic allure drawing him in like a forbidden feast. He wraps his arms tight around Jayden's frame, planting kisses across his skin—soft, insistent presses that taste of hunger. Jayden matches the fire, eyes locked on his well-hung friend. He drops to his knees, lips parting to claim Brandon's thick salami. Each slurp pulls it deeper, thicker, harder, a pulsing reward against his tongue. Brandon flips the script, kneeling to devour Jayden's cock in turn. He takes it bold, throat working until he nearly gags, the raw effort fueling their shared heat. Then he reclines, twisting his body into a pretzel's knot—legs high, ass bared like an offering. Jayden dives in, tongue circling the tight ring, rimming with slick precision, fingers prepping the way for what's next. Jayden doesn't hold back. He thrusts in deep, drilling fast and rough, bodies slapping in a frenzy of need. They pivot—Jayden straddles, impaling himself on Brandon's rigid pole. He rocks forward and back, grinding with deliberate rhythm, chasing the edge. Finally, hands take over, stroking furiously until they erupt, blasts of hot cum painting their skin in sticky triumph.