Giant Splash Shots II

Chad Douglas arrived at Leigh Erickson's sun-drenched estate, drawn by the gleam of weights scattered poolside like forgotten sculptures. He pumped iron under the relentless afternoon blaze, muscles swelling with each deliberate lift. Sweat traced rivulets down his chiseled frame. Finished, he caught Leigh's eye across the patio, a sly grin splitting his face. 'Time to work on my big muscle,' he said, voice low and teasing, hand gesturing to the thickening bulge in his shorts. Leigh's pulse quickened. She sauntered over, eyes locked on his prize, her fingers already itching to oblige. With a nod, she knelt before him, eager to take that impressive length in hand, stroking it to full, throbbing hardness. Her lips parted, tongue flicking out to taste him, as she wrapped around his girth, sucking deep and rhythmic, hands squeezing his balls while he groaned, hips bucking into her willing mouth.