Roommates

Handsome Cole Streets steps through the door, and there it is—a delightful shock. His roommate Troy Collins sprawls across the dining table, naked as the day he was born, yet draped in a teasing veil of clothes that barely conceals his allure. He looks like temptation wrapped in silk. Cole closes the distance, draws Troy into a kiss that sparks fire. Quick licks and soft nibbles follow, igniting Troy's desire in a rush. Cole maps the terrain of Troy's body: lips first, then down the chest, teasing nipples to peaks, tracing the stomach's curve until he reaches that throbbing crux. He devours the thick, uncut shaft, both lost in the thrill of their forbidden roommate reverie. Old King Cole grips Troy's head, dangling it over the table's edge, and thrusts his swollen cock deep into that eager throat, filling it utterly. He hoists Troy's hips skyward, dives in to tongue and finger the tight entrance. Primed and pulsing, Troy's hole welcomes the frenzy. They fuck with raw urgency, fast and unrelenting. Cole's balls swing like pendulums, smacking against Troy's cheeks in rhythmic applause. They drive on without pause until ecstasy claims them, one after the other, in shuddering release.