Spring Break

Rain pelts the tennis courts, forcing Kevin Wiles, David Ashfield, and Chris Thompson to dash for cover inside Kevin's sprawling house. These spoiled heirs, dripping and laughing, shake off the downpour. Kevin's gaze lingers on the bulges straining their shorts—David and Chris pack monsters that promise pure ecstasy. He drops to his knees first, but it's David who claims him, guiding Kevin's firm ass down onto that throbbing shaft. Kevin spreads his smooth cheeks wide, impaling himself on the full, immense length. He rides hard, hips grinding in a rhythm that builds like a summer storm. All the while, he leans forward, lips wrapping around Chris's rigid cock, sucking with eager devotion. Kevin's skin gleams flawless under the light, his body yielding to their youthful command. 'Take it deeper, you greedy slut,' David growls, slapping Kevin's ass with a crack that echoes. Chris thrusts into his mouth, murmuring, 'Swallow every inch.' Kevin obeys, lost in the haze of domination, their words fueling the fire.