European Holiday, Part 1

David Watts pins Thomas Barton against the wall, their bodies slick with sweat, every sinew straining in raw desire. David's mouth claims Thomas's cock first, sucking with fierce rhythm—deep, urgent pulls that draw guttural moans from Thomas's throat. Thomas grips David's hair, thrusting hips forward, fucking that hot, willing mouth until David's lips swell red. They switch, Thomas dropping to his knees, devouring David's thick shaft, tongue swirling the head before taking it all, gagging just enough to heighten the thrill. Muscles flex and bulge as they rise, David bending Thomas over, slamming in hard, each powerful stroke a workout for thighs and core, asses clenching, backs arching in ecstasy's grip.