Thrusted

Dylan Reece kneels before Colby Taylor, lips parting wide to swallow that huge, thick cock with eager hunger. He moans around the shaft, then glances back at his boyfriend, voice husky: come taste my ass. Colby dives in with raw enthusiasm, tongue lashing Dylan's tight hole, savoring every quiver. He pulls back just to plunge deep into Dylan's throat again, fingers teasing that slicked-up entrance, circling and probing with wicked precision. The two slide into a seamless 69, bodies locking like they were made for this—hot, horny perfection. Colby's mouth devours Dylan's cock while Dylan laps at his, the room thick with their shared rhythm, breaths ragged and urgent. Colby shifts, rolling Dylan onto his side with firm hands. He presses in from behind, that thick length stretching Dylan open, thrusting slow at first, then building to a relentless drive. Dylan arches, gasping, lost in the burn. On all fours now, Dylan braces against the bed, ass up like an invitation. Colby mounts him doggy-style, hips slamming forward, each pound echoing their fevered need. Sweat slicks their skin; the air hums with grunts and flesh meeting flesh. Finally, Dylan sprawls on his back, legs splayed wide, spread-eagle and exposed. Colby pins him there, fucking deep and unyielding, eyes locked as pleasure coils tight. They erupt together—ropes of cum spilling hot across Dylan's chest, Colby's load pulsing inside him—two studs spent in glorious release.