Someone's Watching

Michael Crawford and Rod Nelson burst through the door of their room, shedding clothes in a frenzy of need. No sooner do they arrive than they collide, two horndogs unleashed. Their taut, tan bodies press together, slick with sweat, appetites mirroring each other in savage harmony. Michael drops to his knees first, mouth devouring Rod's thick cock, sucking hard and deep, tongue swirling like a promise of more. Rod growls, fingers tangling in Michael's hair, thrusting with urgent rhythm. They tumble onto the bed, bodies twisting. Rod flips Michael over, spreads his legs wide, and plunges in—fucking him raw and relentless, hips slamming forward. Michael arches, moaning, pushing back to meet every stroke, their skin slapping in the heated chaos. Like caged tigers finally free, they suck and fuck with wild abandon, chasing release in a storm of gasps and grips.