The Other Side Of Aspen IV: The Rescue

Cliff Parker, that hairy hunk with a body built for sin, spots Carl Erik and Jackson Phillips soaking in the outdoor hot tub. Laziness clings to their limbs like mist. He doesn't hesitate. Strips bare, his thick fur glistening under the fading light, and slides in, water parting around his muscled frame. Heat envelops him. Soon, Eric's cock breaches the surface, rigid and insistent, slicing through the steam like a forbidden promise. Lips meet in hungry kisses. Tongues tangle. They suck with urgent rhythm—Cliff on Eric, Eric on Jackson—bubbles churning beneath. Jackson arches, gasps. Cliff drives deep, fucking a hot, sweet load right out of him, spilling into the swirling waters as pleasure crashes over them all.