Parker's Mirage

Donny Wright and Corey Martin haven't budged from their room. They're lost in each other, unraveling secrets of skin and sinew. Corey's face buries into Donny's crotch, lips wrapping tight around his partner's rigid cock. He sucks it deep, throat yielding to the thrust. They switch, hunger flipping sides. Now Donny tends to Corey's thick shaft, its girth and length prying his mouth wide, a delicious strain that makes him hum. Craving deeper union, Corey straddles his friend, squats low, and parts his ass to swallow Donny's big dick whole. They rut without pause, bodies twisting through positions—fierce and fluid, sweat-slicked. Pants escape them in ragged bursts, pleasure coiling tight. At last, Donny withdraws, unleashing warm jets of cum across Corey's backside, painting it in pearly streaks. Corey leans back into Donny's chest, hand flying over his own cock until release crashes through him, his load spilling hot and free.