Maximum Cruise

Jack Russell presses his face into Rod Barry's crotch, the musky warmth enveloping him. He eases his tongue under the salty foreskin, teasing the thick, juicy length of Rod's cock with slow, deliberate licks. Rod shifts, lowering himself onto Jack's eager mouth, his weight pinning Jack as that hot tongue plunges deep into his ass— a slick, insistent rhythm that makes Rod groan low. Jack's hands grip firm, spreading those cheeks wide, his muffled plea rising: ram me hard, now, until we both shatter in release.