Road Trip, Vol. 12 - Lake Shasta

Camden Christenson and Atorian Tomes slip naked into the shimmering water, splashing like playful otters before hunger sharpens their gaze. Camden stretches out, lazy and inviting, as Atorian descends, lips parting to worship his cock. His tongue traces the shaft—up, down, swirling every inch—with slavish devotion, then engulfs it whole in a slick, greedy swallow. Camden reciprocates, feasting on his friend's throbbing tool, one arm hooked around Atorian's hips to yank that groin flush against his eager mouth. Atorian spins, arches forward, hands braced for the storm. Camden drives in hard, his dick slamming up into that tight hole, each thrust burying him deeper, relentless. Sighs escape them, gasps build to near-squeals. Atorian pleads for more, voice raw with need, and Camden obliges, pounding until he erupts, hot cum painting his partner's chest in sticky ropes. Atorian's hand flies to his own shaft then, stroking furiously to climax, his warm spooge arcing out to drench Camden in return.