Afterparty

Erik Rhodes buzzes from the party's wild chaos, sleep a distant dream. He logs on, sparks fly, and soon young Kai Ford knocks at his door, ready to drain that pent-up fire. They dive in with abandon—a tangle of limbs in heated, acrobatic bliss. Lips wrap tight around throbbing cocks, tongues trace every curve. Erik spreads Kai wide, rimming deep with hungry laps that make him gasp. Then Kai mounts him, riding hard, bodies slamming in rhythm until release crashes over them both, sticky and spent.