Dripping Wet #04

Everything gleams blue—the water lapping at their skin, the slick tiles underfoot, the towels draped nearby, the planters edging the pool, and those skimpy swimsuits clinging to the sculpted forms of Woody Fox and Ray Diaz. They neck in the water, lips locked, bodies pressed close. Ray teases Woody with a sharp nip at his nipples, his hand slipping under the waistband to grope the hardening length beneath. He breathes hot along Woody's raging erection, easing it free inch by torturous inch. His tongue traces every millimeter, savoring the pulse, before he swoops down and swallows it whole in one greedy gulp. Woody's face twists in passionate disbelief as Ray works him with expert suction, lips sealed tight, throat relaxing to take him deep. But Woody doesn't waste words on praise. He flips the script, rewarding Ray with a firm cock massage, fingers slick and insistent, followed by a rim job that circles and probes until Ray squirms, begging silently for more. Those nutmeg-colored buns part eagerly, craving the breach of Woody's thick inches. They fuck like rabbits, Ray on his knees in the shallow end, Woody straddling his ass and pounding in at a relentless two strokes per second, filling him completely, water splashing with each brutal thrust. When Woody needs a breather, they shift to a lounge chair for a sit-fuck—Ray impaled and riding, angling just right so every thrust nails his sweet spot. Ray's balls bounce wildly, the slap a sweet sting that has to hurt so good. Screams echo through the air as the creaming hits, Ray left dripping wet with two enormous loads spilling from him, spent and sated.