Milo Miles’ lips enveloped Tyler Saints’ dick like a velvet glove, his eyes locked on the cock’s thick, uncut girth as it bobbed with each eager suck. The air was heavy with the scent of testosterone and sex, a heady mix that left Milo’s mouth watering for more. His own cock twitched in anticipation, aching to be wrapped in those skilled fingers again.
Tyler’s hands roamed over Milo’s body, his palms rough against the Venezuela native’s smooth skin as he explored every curve and crease. Fingers danced across Milo’s chest, tracing the contours of his pecs before dipping lower, seeking out that sweet spot where pleasure and pain entwined like the tender shoots of a porn star’s foreskin.
Milo’s mouth worked Tyler’s cock with practiced ease, his tongue flicking out to taste the salty sweetness of pre-cum as he sucked harder, faster. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, a primal beat that echoed the pounding of their hearts in unison. Cock and mouth, a perfect harmony of pleasure.
Tyler’s fingers delved deeper, his middle one pushing past Milo’s rim, exploring the tight, hot confines of his ass as if mapping out a new territory to conquer. A low moan escaped Milo’s lips, his own cock jerking in response to the invasion, the thrill of being fucked raw and unbridled.
The world narrowed to this: two men, lost in the primal dance of sex, their bodies entwined in a celebration of gay desire, their cocks throbbing with every beat of their hearts. In this moment, all that existed was the urgent need to fuck, to be fucked, and to feel the rush of release as their bodies climaxed in a torrent of pleasure and porn-fueled passion.
