Crew

Dean Phoenix leans in, his voice a low rumble of approval. 'That was flawless, Corey.' The perky blond flashes a grin, eyes gleaming. 'I'm still so damn horny.' Dean's smile turns wicked. He pulls Corey close, their bodies igniting with raw hunger. Lips crash. Hands roam. Corey drops to his knees, eyes locked on Dean's uncut cock. He swallows it whole, tongue teasing the foreskin with playful nips that draw a hiss from Dean. Dean's turn comes swift. He flips Corey onto the bed, mouth engulfing the blond's prick inch by throbbing inch, throat working like velvet fire. Corey arches, gasping. Then he rises, straddling Dean's hips. He sinks down onto that thick shaft, slow at first, then bouncing with eager rhythm—up, down, chasing friction. Dean thrusts up hard, pounding into Corey's tight heat, hands gripping those bouncing cheeks. They stroke themselves now, fists flying in sync. Corey's release hits first, ropes of cream splattering Dean's taut belly in hot bursts. Dean follows, erupting across his own chest, the scene dissolving in shared, sticky bliss.