Convictions, Part 1

Nino Bacci's fingers deftly unfasten Corey Summers' jeans, tugging down the denim along with his underwear to free Corey's hardening cock. He leans in, lips parting to swallow it whole, throat relaxing as he takes every inch deep. They tumble across the couch in a heated wrestle, bodies twisting, Nino's hands roaming to tease and probe Corey's firm ass, fingers circling the tight ring with insistent pressure. Corey breaks free first, his turn now. He yanks Nino's pants open and drops low, mouth enveloping Nino's thick shaft, tongue swirling along the underside as he bobs with hungry rhythm. They trade places again and again, a seamless dance of desire, each man devouring the other with slick, urgent strokes. Nino shifts lower, spreading Corey's cheeks to bury his face there. His tongue laps at the puckered hole, probing deep while his hand pumps Corey's cock in tandem, a wicked symphony of wet heat and friction. They rise together, Nino gripping Corey's hair to guide his mouth back onto him, thrusting with controlled power, fucking his face until saliva drips. Nino stretches out on the cushions, legs splayed wide. Corey kneels between them, licking from balls to tip, then dipping lower to tongue Nino's asshole, rimming it with fervent laps that make Nino arch and groan. The air thickens with their shared moans. They lock into a perfect 69, bodies aligned in mutual feast—Corey sucking Nino's cock while Nino tongue-fucks his hole, and vice versa, each man's mouth a relentless assault on the other's most sensitive spots. Pleasure builds like a storm, cresting hard. They spill their loads in unison, hot seed flooding mouths, swallowed down in the throes of release.