Skin Tight

In the dim haze of the bathroom, Mitch Taylor drops to his knees before Aaron Austin, the muscle-stud's chiseled frame looming like a promise of raw power. Aaron's fat cock throbs in Mitch's grip, thick and insistent, as Mitch's lips part to take it in. He services it with slow, deliberate sucks, tongue swirling around the swollen head, tasting the salt of pre-cum that beads there. Saliva slicks the shaft, stretching his mouth wide; he works it deeper, gagging just enough to heighten the thrill, prepping that beast for the tight grip of his ass. Aaron growls low, fingers tangling in Mitch's hair, guiding the rhythm until the cock gleams, ready to claim. Then Aaron hauls him up, bends Mitch over the cool edge of the tub—ass arched high, cheeks spread invitingly. He drives in hard, pounding with relentless force, each thrust slamming home, stretching Mitch wide and filling him to the brink. Skin slaps against skin, the air thick with grunts and the wet sounds of friction. Aaron pulls out at the peak, strokes himself furiously, and unleashes ropes of hot cum across Mitch's upturned face and heaving chest, marking him in sticky triumph.