The Inner Circle

Steam curls through the shower like a lover's breath. Danny Somers drops to his knees on the slick tiles, water cascading over his shoulders. He grips Dan Hooper's thick thighs, that muscled stud's cock already half-hard and pulsing. Danny's lips part, tongue flicking out to trace the veined length before he takes him deep, sucking with slow, deliberate hunger. Hooper groans, fingers tangling in Danny's wet hair, thrusting gently as the warmth builds. It's just the prelude—Danny's mouth priming him for the deep rinse of his ass, the brutal rhythm of fucking that will leave them both spent and slick.