Sex Pad

Colt Rivers trails Dorian Ferro into the Sex Pad, his grin wide and eager, eyes locked on that mouthwatering ass. They peel off their clothes and dive into a heated makeout, pressed against the towering window. The city skyline sprawls below, but it pales next to Dorian's hairy, muscled frame—raw power wrapped in temptation. Lips lock, tongues tangle in a fierce exchange of blow jobs. They suck hard, mouths devouring every inch, until both cocks throb at full mast, slick and straining. They press them together, cock to cock, a playful joust of heated flesh. Sweat beads on Colt's skin; he attacks Dorian's shaft with frenzied hunger, lips and tongue relentless. Dorian trembles, then erupts, flooding Colt's mouth with his release. Now Dorian turns the tables, his mouth claiming Colt's cock, working the length with expert suction. Colt bucks and spills, ropes of cum hitting Dorian's chest in sharp bursts. Dorian seals his lips around the pulsing head, capturing the last jets as seed and saliva trail down his chin. He laps up every stray drop, then pulls Colt in for a deep, salty kiss, sharing the intimate flavor between them.