Nash Lawler Fucks Tristan Phoenix

Nash and Tristan, strangers until this moment, click like they've shared secrets before. They warm to each other swiftly, peeling off clothes until only briefs remain, taut against their swelling packages. Fingers tease and grope, tracing the rigid outlines straining the fabric. Tristan leans in first, his breath hot through the cotton as he mouths Nash's cock, tongue swirling over the dampening bulge. He tugs the waistband down, freeing the thick shaft, and engulfs it in one hungry pull. He sucks with fierce rhythm, drawing gasps from Nash—soft oohs and ahs spilling out like a lover's lullaby. Briefs discarded, they bare everything. Nash drops to his knees, lips sealing around Tristan's pulsing length. He nurses it slow and deep, savoring the salty pulse against his tongue. But Tristan hungers for more, pulling Nash up to devour him again, hardening that cock to iron. Sheathed now in slick latex, Nash positions behind, his tip nudging Tristan's cleft. He thrusts in deliberate strokes, piercing tight heat with growing urgency. They shift, sinking together onto the bed. Tristan impales himself on Nash's rod, rising and falling in a frantic gallop. Pleasure builds to a shattering peak; Tristan erupts first, ropes of cum splattering across his chest. Nash follows suit, fisting his shaft until his own release sprays in creamy bursts.