Biker's Liberty - Enhanced

Jon King pounds the sand, his muscles slick with sweat under the relentless sun. Waves crash nearby as he spots Kris Bjorn gliding past on his bike, all lean power and sun-kissed skin. Their eyes lock—Kris slows, flashes a grin that promises more than conversation. 'Come back to my place,' he says, voice low and inviting. 'Shower off that salt and sweat first.' Jon follows, pulse quickening. In Kris's sleek bathroom, steam rises as hot water cascades over Jon's body. Kris steps in, hands roaming with purpose. He soaps Jon's broad chest, traces the ridges of his abs, then drops lower. Fingers circle Jon's hardening cock, stroking firmly until it throbs. Kris turns him, spreads his cheeks, and works lather deep inside, probing with slick, insistent fingers that stretch and tease Jon's tight hole. Jon gasps, bracing against the tile as pleasure builds, Kris's touch both thorough and merciless. They barely dry off before tumbling into the bedroom, bodies colliding on cool sheets. Kris pins Jon down, mouth devouring his neck, then lower, sucking his cock with expert rhythm—deep throbs, wet slides, tongue swirling the tip. Jon bucks, hands fisting the bedding. Kris flips him onto all fours, slicks his own thick shaft, and thrusts in slow, claiming every inch. They move hard now, skin slapping, Kris's hips driving deep while his hand pumps Jon's length. Sweat beads anew, breaths ragged, until release shatters them both—hot spurts inside, pulsing jets across the sheets. A workout worth every breathless moment.