Sex Shooters II

Joey Morgan's at it once more, camera rolling for another steamy bathroom tryst with his loyal pal Danny Somers. Danny drops to his knees first, eyes locked upward, his mouth enveloping Joey's rigid cock with fervent devotion—lips sliding down the shaft, tongue swirling in eager worship. They shift to the toilet next, Danny perched and ready as Joey eases his thick length deep into Danny's tight ass, gripping those hips firm while Danny sets the rhythm, rocking back with deliberate, hungry thrusts. The heat builds, sweat-slicked skin slapping softly against tile, until Danny spins around, baring his own throbbing erection to the lens. He strokes himself with urgent precision, chasing release as his body quakes—then rises swiftly, kneeling again to milk Joey's cock dry, drawing out every pulsing spurt with skilled, insistent suction.