Cole Blue Bottoms For Reece Scott & Tyler Saint

Reece Scott gripped Cole Blue’s thighs, spreading them wide open, his thick cockhead teasing the puckered entrance that was slick with spit and ready for a good, hard fucking. Tyler Saint was right there, shoving his fingers into Cole’s willing mouth, demanding, “Suck ’em clean, baby. Get ’em nice and wet for what’s coming next.” Cole’s tongue swirled around those fingers, coating them with his own saliva, making them glisten as Tyler dragged them down his rock-hard shaft, leaving a trail of wetness.

Reece didn’t waste any time, he drove into Cole, burying his cock to the hilt, making Cole’s body arch off the forest floor, leaves crunching beneath him. Tyler was relentless, gripping Cole’s hair and forcing his fat cock past those lips, down Cole’s throat, making him gag and moan around the intrusion. The sounds of their raunchy threesome echoed through the woods—flesh slapping against flesh, grunts, and moans filling the air.

Reece’s hips snapped forward, each thrust hitting Cole’s sweet spot, sending waves of pleasure through his body. Tyler’s grip tightened in Cole’s hair, pulling his head back just as Reece let loose, his hot cum splattering across Cole’s face in thick ropes. “Lick it up,” Reece growled, rubbing his slick cockhead against Cole’s cum-smeared lips.

Just as Cole tasted Reece’s salty essence, Tyler lost it, his own release pumping deep into Cole’s ass, filling him up with scorching jets of cum. They both stepped back, leaving Cole a quivering, panting mess, covered in their spend, the forest around them vibrating with the echoes of their lustful laughter.