Cross Country, Part 2

Tyler Marks, Dakota Rivers, and Ethan Hunter emerge from the waves, their wetsuits clinging like a second skin, chilled deep into their bones after battling the relentless surf. These three athletic hunks, sun-kissed and salt-crusted, know exactly how to chase away the cold. They duck inside, peel off those tight neoprene sheaths, revealing toned torsos and limbs honed by the sea. What follows is a blistering tangle of bodies—a scorching threeway where hands roam greedily, mouths claim slick skin, cocks harden and thrust in urgent rhythm. They grind together, breaths ragged, until sweat gleams on every curve and the air thickens with their mingled release, hot juices spilling in a fervent, satisfying flood.