Snow Trip, Vol. 15 - Reno

Tony Douglas and Darius Soli traded sips of their drinks, cards flipping across the table in a tense round of poker. Tony's hand crushed it—straight flush, no contest. Darius grinned, no trace of defeat in his eyes. He dropped to his knees, wrapping his lips around the winner's cock, sucking it deep with wet, eager slurps. The shaft thickened in his mouth, swelling to full, pulsing hardness. Darius pulled back, then dove lower, parting Tony's firm cheeks. His tongue plunged into the tight crack, teasing and flicking with wicked precision, a sly rimjob that left Tony gasping. Tony claimed his prize next, swallowing Darius's thick dick whole. He gagged once, twice, fighting the urge to pull away, but pushed deeper until his throat hugged every inch. Darius arched forward, offering his smooth, rounded ass—vulnerable, begging. Tony gripped those hips and drove in, his rigid cock burying itself to the hilt in that welcoming heat. Darius bucked and moaned, unraveling fast. He came hard, spilling across the floor while Tony pounded relentlessly. Finally, Tony withdrew, stroking himself to release, painting Darius's spent body with ropes of hot cum.