Riding Hard

A faint scream slices through the air, halting Dean Monroe and Manuel Torres mid-stride. Sweat clings to their skin after hours in the saddle, bodies glistening under the relentless sun. They take their time, hands roaming as they rinse each other clean, water tracing rivulets down toned backs and taut thighs. Manuel grips Dean's hips, sliding his thick, meaty cock into that eager, hungry hole with a slow, deliberate thrust. Pleasure builds like a storm. But cunning Ken snatches their discarded clothes in a flash, dashing off with Fancy and leaving the pair stranded, exposed, unable to give chase.