Sex Shooters

BJ Slater's thick cock zeroed in on his boyfriend, Adam Archer, like a heat-seeking missile at dawn. He fed him every inch, stretching those eager lips wide until Adam's throat bulged with morning glory. Breakfast in bed? Hardly. This was raw, relentless hunger—BJ thrusting deep, coating Adam's tongue with salty promise. Then, flipping him over, BJ plunged into that tight ass, pounding with a rhythm that echoed their shared pulse. Adam's moans built to a grin, his body arching in bliss as BJ filled him full, seeding the day with wicked satisfaction.