White Hot

Gavin Waters and Blake Montana drown in raw hunger as they clash together. White robes cling to their skin, matching like forbidden uniforms. They perch on the tub's edge and devour each other's mouths, hands roaming over firm, toned muscles. The salty tang of sweat and the heat of hard flesh consume them. They slip into the frothy water, bodies twisting in a wild, urgent dance. Blake kneels and takes Gavin's cock between his lips, inch by inch, savoring the thick pulse like a secret indulgence. They switch, Gavin's turn now—he gorges just as hungrily, tongue swirling with greedy precision. Cheeks flush hotter when Blake plunges his face between Gavin's cheeks, tongue jabbing wet and insistent into the tight crack, teasing every sensitive fold. Then Blake rises, his rigid cock slamming home into that primed hole. He burrows deeper, harder with each powerful thrust, and Gavin bucks back, moaning low that it feels so damn good. They end pressed side by side, lips locked in a sloppy kiss, fists pumping furiously until ropes of cum erupt from both, spilling hot into the suds.