Wild Ride

Thomas Williams and Pal Szakacs lock eyes, and the spark ignites. Hunger pulls them close. Their tongues tangle first—tasting, teasing, exploring every slick curve of mouth and neck. Lips part wider. Thomas drops to his knees, wraps around Pal's throbbing cock, sucking deep with a rhythm that builds like a storm. Pal reciprocates, drawing moans from Thomas as he savors the salty pulse. Impatience surges. Thomas climbs aboard, straddles Pal's hips, and sinks down onto that rigid pole, inch by velvet inch. They fuck with raw abandon—thrusts sharp and relentless, bodies grinding in a slick symphony of sweat and gasps. When it ends, they collapse, drenched and utterly sated, the air thick with their shared triumph.