Malibu Heat

Aden stepped into the sun-drenched haze of Malibu Resort, his gaze snagging on Jordan—a handsome blond with eyes that promised mischief. The pull between them crackled instantly, mutual and magnetic, their connection as inevitable as the tide. These men fit together like pieces of a forbidden puzzle, each curve and angle slotting perfectly. Lips met in a hungry kiss, hands roamed with bold familiarity, fingers tracing skin and teasing swells. They moved in perfect rhythm, mouths devouring cocks with slick, eager suction, tongues circling asses in wet, probing circles. Then Aden seized control, his voice a low command as he mounted Jordan, sliding deep into that untouched hole for the first time—captured raw on video. Gentle thrusts built to a dominant rhythm, claiming every inch. Jordan shattered under the onslaught, his virgin ass clenching in delirious waves, spilling not once but twice in shuddering release. Aden followed suit, flooding him with heat, both men left spent and utterly sated in the afterglow.