Dripping Wet 2

TJ Hawke lounges at the pool's edge like a muscled water sprite, all relaxed sinew and careless grace. Bobby Clark slices through the water and surfaces, pulling TJ under with deep, soul-stirring kisses. Their clinging wet briefs slip down, baring stiff, swollen cocks to the sun. Bobby plunges onto TJ's shaft, relishing its heavy girth as his tongue traces every pulsing vein along the rigid length. TJ flips the script fast, drawing Bobby into a haze of raw pleasure. Turk Mason slips in silently, eyes alight with the same fierce hunger, and dives right into the fray. He takes both cocks in turn, his head swaying left to right like waves whipped by a gale. TJ rises, and Bobby swallows him whole while Turk kneels behind, tongue delving into TJ's taut hole. They trade licks and sucks until TJ and Bobby turn on Turk, filling him front and back with their throbbing lengths. On the brink, they grip themselves tight, stroking hard until climax claims them one by one—these sleek sprites arch and spill, ropes of hot seed marking each other's skin.