Jesse's Getaway

Lucky Logan Drake savors the moment, Billy Byron settled on the floor between his thighs, loose and pliant. His fingers knead Billy's neck and shoulders, easing him into surrender. A gentle nudge, and Billy's lips part, wrapping around Logan's cock with fierce hunger. He slides down the length, tongue swirling, then gulps those heavy balls whole. Emboldened, he traces lower, lapping at Logan's ass crack with bold strokes. Logan reclines, legs splayed wide, lost in the hot pull of that mouth on his shaft and the teasing flick against his hole. Craving deeper fire, he shifts, positioning behind Billy to thrust into his ass—first on all fours, hips slamming in raw rhythm; then Billy astride, impaled and riding hard, muscles clenching as he bounces; finally flat on his back, legs hooked over Logan's shoulders. Billy's pleas for more—faster, rougher—echo through his moans, met by Logan's guttural grunts as he pounds without mercy. At the edge, Logan withdraws, fist flying over his slick cock until he erupts, ropes of cum painting Billy's face in sticky triumph.