Parker's Mirage

Jake Austin and Logan Drake lounge poolside, their bodies already tangled in heated play. Cliff Jensen glides through the water, emerging to join them with a predatory grin. Logan devours Jake's thick dick, his mouth stretched wide, while he laps hungrily at Cliff's cock and balls, savoring every inch. Pleasure ripples through them all—a perfect triangle of lust, where each man feeds the fire. Logan takes charge next, sucking Cliff deep first, his lips sliding down that rigid shaft. He turns to Jake, throat working eagerly. Then, in a bold twist, he engulfs both cocks at once, tongues and lips dancing in greedy harmony. Kneeling now, Logan offers himself; Cliff mounts him from behind, thrusting with raw intent. Their asses arch toward Jake, twin invitations he can't resist. He dives in, tongue spearing one hole, then the other, rimming with fervent strokes. Logan flips onto his back, legs hoisted high. Jake plunges into his tight asshole, pounding with unyielding force, each slam drawing gasps. Cliff watches, eyes dark with approval, his own arousal building. They shift again—Logan claims Jake's ass, driving deep while Jake kneels to swallow Cliff's length, cheeks hollowing around the pulsing rod. Jake climbs onto Cliff's lap at last, impaling himself on that massive cock. He bounces with abandon, riding hard until Cliff erupts inside him. Logan strokes himself to the edge, spilling his load in hot spurts. Cliff follows, hand pumping his shaft to milk out thick, creamy drops, sealing their sun-soaked frenzy.