White Hot

After basking in the sun's warm glow, Landon Conrad and Josh Griffin slip inside for a deeper kind of rest. They melt into each other's arms, lips locking, hands roaming with urgent need. Josh drops first, eager to savor Landon's thick shaft. That curved length glides smoothly into his mouth—a rush neither can resist. Soon they switch, trading the thrill until both have tasted it fully. Josh stretches out, legs wide, his tight entrance begging for attention. Landon doesn't hesitate. He thrusts his rigid cock deep inside, pumping with steady rhythm. They shift: Landon stands behind, gripping Josh's hips for leverage. Then they lie side by side, bodies pressed close, the relentless pounding never slowing. Josh craves every brutal plunge, that sweet sting of fullness driving him wild. It builds too fierce; he grips himself, stroking fast until release crashes over him in hot spurts. Spent, he pulls Landon close, arm draped possessively. He watches, mesmerized, as Landon works his own length to the edge—then erupts, unleashing a massive load across his skin.