Casa Del Sol

Andre Angel could spend all day inside John Jai. Right now he plans to. They’re alone in the house. Clothes come off fast. John drops to his knees, takes Andre’s foreskin-sheathed cock between his lips and works it until the shaft is slick. Andre returns the favor, pulling John’s cheeks apart so he can bury his tongue in that tight hole, tasting, loosening, claiming. When he stands up his cock is already leaking. He presses the wet head to John’s rim and sinks in bare. The room fills with the sound of flesh meeting flesh and John’s low, hungry moans every time Andre drives balls-deep. Andre fucks like he owns the place—long, heavy strokes that make John’s muscled ass ripple. He grips those cheeks, spreads them wider, watches his thick dick disappear again and again. Sweat rolls off both bodies. When he’s ready, Andre pulls out, strokes once, twice, and unloads across John’s hole, then pushes the warm cum back inside with the head of his cock, marking him from the inside out.