Deception, Part 1

In the hushed glow of their bedroom, Josh Weston and Shane Rockford steal one last fevered embrace before the countryside calls. Lips crash, breaths mingle—hot, urgent. Shane drops to his knees, lips parting to swallow Josh's long, throbbing cock, fingers circling and probing the tight ring of his lover's hole. Josh's head tips back, a low moan escaping. They trade places, fire in their veins. Josh's mouth engulfs Shane's rock-hard prick, tongue swirling with wicked intent. Josh straddles Shane's face, lowering himself for a filthy tongue-lashing that leaves him gasping, slick and ready. Shane flips onto his stomach, ass arched high—perfect, inviting. Josh presses in, his huge pole claiming every inch of that hungry hole. Legs splayed wide, the view steals the breath: Josh's hot cock vanishes deep, thrust by relentless thrust. Shane grunts, groans, body yielding in raw surrender. They switch again. Josh bends, proving his mettle as Shane's thick meat pounds him senseless. Pleasure builds, coils tight—Josh erupts first, sticky white ropes splattering his rippled abs. Shane withdraws, fist flying, and unleashes his thick, creamy load across Josh's stomach. Their seed mingles in a glossy pool, sweat-slicked skin glistening, both men spent and drenched in the aftermath.