Roman's Holiday 2

In a shadowed nook of the café, Marcio Gonzales settles with his friends Aslan Brutti and Steve Dexter, glasses clinking softly. Words hang unnecessary between them. Cheshire grins split their faces, eyes glinting with shared intent. They tumble into one another's arms, lips crashing, hands roaming bold paths. Kisses deepen. Fingers tease. Then mouths descend—sucking cocks with urgent hunger, tongues tracing asses in slick circles. Steve kneels, nursing Marcio's thick shaft, lips stretched wide, while Aslan grips his hips and thrusts in hard from behind, pounding fast and relentless. Steve flips onto his back across the table, legs splayed. They switch seamlessly. Aslan drives deep into Steve's throat, cock pulsing against his gag. Marcio claims his ass, plugging away with fierce rhythm. Marcio erupts first, ropes of hot cum splattering Steve's thigh in sticky gobs. Aslan pulls free and adds his load, creamy streams painting Steve's chest. Steve strokes himself to the edge, shooting his own thick wad in final release. They collapse into rough, grateful kisses, breaths mingling in the afterglow.