Cruisin' 3

Near the Great Highway, Carl Erik ambles past the old windmill—a notorious beacon where any restless soul can snag a willing stranger for a quick thrill. His eyes lock on Steve Ryder, a blond Adonis in a clinging red t-shirt, his crotch straining with promise. They paw at each other shamelessly, hands roaming bold and urgent, until desire pulls them back to Carl's place. There, Steve drops to his knees, devouring Carl's thick, meaty cock and ass with fervent hunger. Carl thrusts his massive uncut dick into Steve's eager mouth, the blond stud savoring every teasing lick along the hooded length, tongue tracing veins like a secret map. Heat builds fast. Carl claims his willing partner, driving deep into Steve's tight ass with relentless plunges. Steve stays speared on that rigid manpole, gasping as Carl hoists him up, muscles flexing. He bounces Steve along his stiff shaft, a rhythmic ride that shatters them both—hot spurts of cum erupting in unison, bodies slick and spent.