Iron Will

Marc Nemeth lounges there, a cute young twink with that boyish charm that pulls you in. His long dick stands rigid, begging for attention. David Pierre kneels close, eyes locked on the prize. He wraps his fingers around the base, strokes slow at first, building the heat. Marc gasps, hips twitching. David leans in, lips parting to take the length deep. He sucks with purpose, tongue swirling over the sensitive head, drawing out moans that echo low. Faster now, hand pumping in rhythm, saliva slicking every inch. Marc's body tenses, pleasure coiling tight. But he can't wait. He pulls David up, flips him onto the bed. Marc thrusts in hard, claiming him with urgent strokes. David arches, taking it all, their skin slapping in raw sync. Marc drives deeper, chasing release. It hits like a storm—he pulls out, strokes once more, and unleashes a huge load across his own chest, ropes of cum painting his skin in hot evidence of bliss.