The Other Side Of Aspen II

Kurt Marshall carved his final runs down the mountain, his muscles burning with that sweet, exhausted fire. Then, in a blur of snow and speed, he collided with a masked skier—bodies slamming together in the crisp powder. Laughter broke the tension as they dusted off and trudged back to the lodge, the air thick with unspoken heat. Inside the warm glow of the firelit room, they stripped away the layers. Fingers traced firm lines, stroking with deliberate hunger. He dropped to his knees first, taking the stranger's length into his mouth—thick, pulsing, a promise of more. The mystery skier returned the favor, lips wrapping around Kurt's cock, sucking deep and slow. All the while, that enigmatic mask stayed firmly in place, hiding eyes that burned with wicked intent as he unveiled his massive shaft, demanding worship.