Tahoe - Snow Packed

A chill grips Tahoe's town square, the fountain locked in ice. Jimmy Durano and Shawn Wolfe dodge the cold with a sly grin. They slip into their room and fill the tub with steaming water. It's spacious, cradling Jimmy's smooth, muscled frame alongside Shawn's lean, fur-dusted body. They sink in, cocks swelling, rising like eager periscopes through the steam. Shawn's hand darts out, seizing Jimmy's shaft. Jimmy stands tall, driving his dick straight into Shawn's waiting mouth. Shawn's fingers roam Jimmy's chest, teasing the foreskin back as he sucks deep, hungry pulls. Then Jimmy flips the script, dropping low to swallow Shawn, palms kneading those firm, round cheeks. Shawn's trail of fur guides the eye downward—a happy path to hairy thighs that promise to clamp and heat, a fuzzy cleft, and balls dusted in soft curls. They shift to the fuck, Jimmy planted firm while Shawn eases his ass down that throbbing pole, waves of sharp pleasure rippling through him. Once he's slick and open, Shawn bends forward, hands gripping the tub's edge. Jimmy pounds in from behind, thrusts quick and fierce, churning the water into a frothy storm. Climax crashes on the tub's rim. Shawn sprawls on his back, jets of cum arcing high across his hairy gut. Jimmy unloads next, pumping hot white ropes straight into Shawn's open mouth.