Jesse's Getaway

The sauna's heat thickens as Jesse Santana beckons Jake Austin closer, their towels slipping away in a heartbeat. Jake drops to his knees, face buried in Jesse's lap, devouring that thick cock with hungry pulls. He tugs at the silver piercing, sending shivers racing through Jesse's body like electric sparks. They switch, and Jesse proves his mouth's no novice—lips wrapping tight around Jake's swollen shaft, tongue swirling over every inch until Jake's breaths turn ragged, his sighs echoing off the steam-slick walls. Jesse reclines then, offering himself up. Jake dives in, rimming that tight hole with lavish strokes that make Jesse arch and plead. 'Fuck me,' he gasps, voice raw with need. Jake obliges, plunging deep—first in missionary, bodies locked and grinding, then flipping to doggie, hips slamming with relentless rhythm. Jesse's hand flies to his own cock, stroking furiously until he unloads, ropes of warm cum spilling across his chest. Jake follows suit, jerking hard and erupting in a hot spray that paints Jesse's back, sealing their fevered tangle.