Snap Shot

High above the pulsing crowd, Brandon Lewis commands the catwalk like a siren's call, his body a magnet drawing eyes upward. Below, Jeremy Bilding locks onto him, desire flashing in his stare. He climbs swiftly, closing the distance, and soon they're tangled in urgent familiarity. Lips part, cocks harden—Brandon takes Jeremy's length first, sucking deep and deliberate, tongue swirling along the shaft. Jeremy reciprocates with equal hunger, engulfing Brandon's throbbing member, pulling moans from his throat. But Jeremy's gaze shifts lower, to the smooth, creamy curves of Brandon's ass. He spreads those cheeks and dives in, rimming the tight pucker with lavish strokes, then slides two fingers inside, twisting and probing until Brandon arches, breathless. They rise, bodies slick with need. Jeremy positions behind, gripping Brandon's hips, and thrusts into that snug asshole, filling him completely. They fuck relentlessly, switching angles—Brandon bent over the rail, then riding hard on top—each pounding drive ripping groans from Brandon's lips, his body shuddering with every slam. He strokes himself furiously, pleasure building to a fever pitch, until he erupts, ropes of cum splattering across his taut belly. Jeremy follows, pulling out to unleash his thick load, painting Brandon's chest in hot, sticky waves.