The Other Side Of Aspen II

Jeff Turk, Eddie Marks, and Steve Henson trudged back from the slopes, muscles aching from a day of carving fresh powder. They stripped down in the locker room, steam rising as they plunged into the hot tub's embrace, jets pounding away the chill. Laughter echoed off the tiles, bodies loosening in the bubbling heat. But Turk's mind wandered elsewhere. He slipped away first, towel slung low, and headed to the bedroom. There, he fired up the laptop, the screen flickering to life with raw, urgent scenes. His hand wrapped around his massive cock, thick and veined, stroking slow at first, building that familiar fire. The door creaked open. Eddie and Steve stepped in, eyes locking on Turk's rhythm, grins spreading like wildfire. Eddie dropped to his knees, mouth eager, taking Turk deep—lips stretching wide, tongue swirling over the swollen head. Steve circled behind, hands gripping Eddie's hips, sliding his own hard length into that tight ass, thrusting with steady power. The room filled with grunts and gasps, bodies slick and slamming together, chasing release in the dim glow.