Splash Shots III, To The Hilt

Charlie Moore's hands glide lotion across Robert Collins's skin, but his thoughts drift to Joe Foster's rigid cock straining against that red suit. He traces his tongue along its tempting outline. Charlie engulfs Joe's shaft, drawing it deep as Robert watches with hungry eyes. He switches, lips wrapping around Robert's throbbing length, while Robert leans in to sample Joe's hardness. Joe probes Charlie's tight entrance with slick fingers, then his tongue, before plunging in with urgent thrusts. Robert claims his turn, pounding into Charlie with raw eagerness. The three men chase ecstasy in a heated blur, erupting in thick, scorching bursts of release.