Cruisin' 2 More Men On The Make

Jamie Hendrix slips into Jaquar Books, the dim San Francisco shop humming with forgotten stories. His eyes lock on Mark Andrews amid the stacks, that knowing smile pulling him close. They bolt from the rain-slick streets, tumbling into the shadowed apartment above. Hands roam urgent, lips crash in a frenzy of heavy petting—fingers tracing collarbones, palms gripping hips with raw need. Mark's mouth finds Jamie's cock first, swallowing deep until Jamie's breath shatters. Jamie returns the favor, tongue swirling around Mark's shaft, drawing out moans that echo off the walls. But it's Jamie who bends, arching as Mark thrusts in, filling his ass with steady, pounding rhythm until release claims them both.