I Want You

A few sips of the juice ignite heavy, man-to-man kisses, their lips crashing with urgent hunger. Christopher Daniels wastes no time, yanking off D.O.'s pants to wrap his mouth around that enormous cock. D.O.'s swarthy good looks, chiseled torso, and sturdy erection make him a living ideal of male perfection—his fair-haired lover can't get enough, feeding greedily, tongue swirling with raw need. To crank up the heat, D.O. reaches over and teases Christopher's ass, slapping those firm cheeks until they sting, then probing the sensitive hole with insistent fingers. Christopher climbs onto the table and hunkers down, his ass bared and twitching, begging for attention. D.O. primes it with sharp tongue jabs and deep finger pokes, devouring every quiver. He pours the juice straight down through his partner's butt cheeks, watching it trickle past the hole before slurping it up, lips and tongue chasing the sweet trail. Soon they're fucking hard—Christopher on top first, riding D.O.'s big boner with wild abandon, hips grinding in a fevered rhythm. Then they switch to missionary, the moaning blond's legs splayed wide, toes clenched tight as pleasure builds. One after the other, they shoot their loads, bodies shuddering in release.