Derrek Diamond Fucks DJ

Derrek and DJ couldn't hold back. They crashed together in a frenzy of kisses, hands roaming like eager teens discovering heat. Derrek dropped to his knees soon after, engulfing DJ's thick cock in his mouth. He took it deep, throat stretching around the girth, drawing out squirms of pure bliss from his friend. Mouth met flesh in a symphony of wet hunger—hard to tell who savored it more, the one devouring or the one devoured. They traded places quick; DJ's turn now, lips sliding over Derrek's shaft, pulling moans from him like a siren's call. Derrek craved deeper still. He parted DJ's cheeks with firm hands, tongue diving into that tight ring, probing and teasing until the muscle yielded. Slick and ready, Derrek positioned himself. He thrust in, a relentless piston driving forward, each punch wrenching whimpers from DJ's lips. The sharp sting of that probing rod filled DJ's depths, his hand flying to his own cock. He stroked furiously, erupting in ropes of cum that splattered hot. Derrek teetered on the edge then—pulled free and unleashed, his release painting DJ in glistening streams.