Open House

Sun-kissed by the pool, muscle-bound Erick Johansen reclines with lazy confidence, his chiseled form a siren's call. Greg Ross succumbs, fingers trembling as he eases Erick's thick cock free from the tight speedo. He takes it deep, lips sealing around the pulsing length, sucking with hungry rhythm. Kneeling lower, Greg parts Erick's firm cheeks and dives in, tongue swirling over the tight ring, rimming him with fervent laps that draw a low groan. Erick's eyes darken with need. 'Your turn,' he growls, flipping Greg onto all fours. He spreads those cheeks wide, savoring the musky invitation before his tongue claims Greg's ass, licking and probing until the hole quivers. Erick grabs the dildo—slick, unyielding—and works it in slow, stretching Greg's entrance with deliberate thrusts, warming the tight passage until it gapes, ready and slick. Then Erick positions himself, the blunt head of his cock pressing in. He slides home in one smooth drive, filling Greg completely. From behind, he fucks hard, hips snapping with raw power, balls slapping against skin. Greg arches, moans spilling free. Erick's grip tightens, pounding deeper until release crashes over them—hot streams erupting, bodies shuddering in slick, satisfied bliss.