Big Dick Club 2

Jeremy Hall pinned Falcon newcomer Jonathan Lowe against the silk sheets, his hands mapping every ridge of the younger man's lean, sculpted body. Jonathan gasped, fingers digging into Jeremy's firm ass, pulling him closer. They devoured each other—lips crashing, tongues tangling in a heated dance. Jeremy's cock throbbed against Jonathan's thigh, hard and insistent, while Jonathan's own erection strained upward, begging for attention. With a wicked grin, Jeremy dropped to his knees, taking Jonathan deep into his mouth, sucking with expert rhythm that made the rookie buck and moan. Jonathan's hands fisted in Jeremy's hair, guiding him, lost in the wet heat. They switched, Jonathan's eager lips wrapping around Jeremy's thick shaft, tasting salt and power as he bobbed with fervent need. Sweat-slicked skin slid together; they worshiped these tight, toned forms like sacred altars, each thrust and lick a vow of raw, unbridled hunger.