Madrid Sexy

Jessy Ares, with his bohemian charm and tousled good looks, settles on a sun-warmed public bench beside the sleek, chiseled Esteban Del Toro. Their fingers brush, then linger, unable to resist. Glance at how Esteban's ass strains against the tight denim of his jeans, rounding out that seat like a ripe promise, and you won't fault Jessy for his wandering hands. Suddenly, they vanish into a sultry living room, windows flung wide to the street's hum, where every gasp and groan spills out for passersby to catch. Clothes shed in a frenzy, they surrender to every craving. Jessy stands burly and fur-dusted, a rugged contrast to Esteban's sculpted lines, lean and defined without excess. And oh, that ass—bare now, smooth curves begging for attention. Esteban pounces like a panther, lips wrapping Jessy's cock, while his own foreskin slides teasingly back and forth over the glistening head. Jessy targets Esteban's sweet hole, thumb circling the rim in slow, firm strokes, easing his tongue deeper into the heat. Then Jessy surges forward, their mouths crashing in a fierce kiss as his cock plunges deep, claiming Esteban's tight embrace. Esteban curls into a fetal twist at first, body yielding, before leaping astride for a languid ride that swings his rock-hard cock like a pendulum of desire. Jessy's thrusts pound hard and relentless, balls surely aching from the frenzy, stretching Esteban's hole to its quivering edge. He withdraws just as Esteban erupts, their jets of cum arcing through the air, crossing in a slick, salty collision.