Cruisin' Grounds

Cole Ryder and Jessie Balboa lock eyes, the pull between them electric, thick with unspoken hunger. They collide, bodies pressing close, lost in the heat of skin on skin. Cole drops to his knees first, taking Jessie's cock deep into his mouth, sucking with fierce rhythm—wet, insistent pulls that make Jessie groan. Jessie returns the favor, his tongue tracing Cole's length before dipping lower, rimming him slow and deliberate, circling the tight ring with teasing flicks. Fingers join the dance: Cole slides two inside Jessie, curling them just right to hit that spot, pumping steady while Jessie gasps and bucks. They switch, Jessie fingering Cole's ass with nimble precision, stretching him open as Cole's moans fill the air. Tension coils tighter. They rise, hands wrapping around their own throbbing cocks, stroking hard and fast—frantic, slick with spit and sweat—until release crashes over them. Thick ropes of cum spill across fists and bellies. Yet they linger, bodies trembling, breaths ragged, already aching for the next round.