Nik Fros Slams Tom Storm

Nik Fros and Tom Storm shed their clothes under the midday sun, golden light glinting off their toned bodies. Nik lifts Tom onto the kitchen counter, lips trailing from his mouth to his cock, sucking slow as Tom’s fingers tangle in his hair. Tom reciprocates, swallowing Nik whole while teasing his hole with practiced fingers.

They migrate to the couch, Nik’s tongue lapping Tom’s ass before pressing into him, their moans harmonizing. Barefoot in the yard, they grind against each other in the doorway, skin slick with sweat, before collapsing onto the bed. Missionary—Nik’s thrusts deep, Tom’s legs hooked around his waist—eyes locked until they spill, Tom’s cum striping his chest, Nik’s pulsing inside him.