Manhandlers

Mike Branson catches pool boy Jeff Palmer mid-stroke, hand wrapped tight around his thick shaft. Heat surges through Mike. He bolts to the bedroom, boner straining. Tony Manchester waits, eyes hungry. The bottom dives in without pause, yanking Mike's cock free from his boxers. Tony's mouth engulfs it first, lips sliding deep, tongue swirling like velvet fire. Then he flips, offering his ass—tight, eager. Mike thrusts in, filling him raw, both holes claimed in a frenzy of slick, pounding need.