Jesse's Getaway

Devon Hunter, burning with lust, spots Jesse Santana lounging in repose—his body a feast for the eyes, irresistible and ripe. He can't resist; he closes in on the slumbering beauty, waking him with soft bites and kisses pressed to his crotch. Devon eases Jesse's briefs away, then parts his lips to engulf the thick, pierced cock. His tongue swirls and his mouth devours, lavishing attention on that savory shaft and its heavy balls. Next, he plunges his face between Jesse's firm cheeks, his tongue probing the tight, puckered hole with fervent laps. Warm breaths tease, and Jesse clings tight, overwhelmed by the onslaught. Devon mounts him then, gripping Jesse's head to facefuck him deep—hips snapping forward and back, forcing every rigid inch past willing lips and into that hot throat. He pulls away at last, settling back to impale himself on Jesse's throbbing length. Devon rides with abandon, bucking wildly up and down. They switch; Devon sprawls on his back now, pounding into him as his own hand flies over his cock in frantic strokes. Climax crashes over him—he shoots ropes across his taut belly. Jesse withdraws, fisting himself in a blur, and unleashes his own hot spill to mingle with the mess.