Road Trip, Vol. 4: Big Sur

Shane Erickson's cock throbs with urgent need, demanding release. He yanks it free, wraps his fist around the hard length, and strokes with raw intent. Orlando Dawson dives in without a word, lips parting to swallow Shane's prick whole. He sucks greedily, tongue swirling over the pulsing shaft, drawing moans from deep in Shane's throat. Orlando pulls back, bends forward, and spreads his cheeks—inviting Shane's mouth to that tight, waiting hole. Shane laps at it hungrily, tongue probing the puckered ring, tasting the musky heat. Orlando shudders, then demands more. Shane rises, grips Orlando's hips, and slams in deep—a relentless pile-drive that rocks them both. They fuck like animals on display, bodies slick and slapping, putting on a shameless spectacle for the neighbors' prying eyes.