Stepbros Xavier Oceane & Caden Dior Do it

Xavier Oceane found Caden Dior stretched across the bed, textbooks abandoned. Caden Dior’s athletic shorts were sinfully tight, the fabric straining against his thick cock. A slow smile spread across Xavier Oceane’s face. He found a bottle of oil, warming it in his hands before pouring it over Caden Dior’s feet. Xavier Oceane massaged the soles with a firm, knowing pressure, earning a deep groan from Caden Dior.

Xavier Oceane’s hands glided up Caden Dior’s calves and thighs, the slick trail making Caden Dior shift with anticipation. When Xavier Oceane finally wrapped his oiled hand around Caden Dior’s hard length, Caden Dior arched off the mattress. Their kiss was a frantic clash of teeth and tongue. Clothes were shed in a heap.

Soon, Xavier Oceane was on his knees, taking his time to worship Caden Dior, licking a slow path from his toes to the tip of his cock. But Xavier Oceane had other plans. He turned Caden Dior over, sliding down onto him and setting a demanding rhythm. Then, Xavier Oceane did something unexpected, using his bare feet to stroke Caden Dior’s shaft with a possessive, intimate friction until Caden Dior was bucking wildly beneath him.