Carter Dane grips the rail of the weathered deck while Jimmy Durano kneels before him, his tattooed arms flexing as he pulls Dane’s cock deep into his throat. The sun glints off Durano’s smooth, muscular chest as Dane’s fingers dig into the wood, his dark hair whipping in the breeze. Dane’s grip tightens when Durano’s tongue traces the ridge of his cock, then slides lower, his fingers already working Dane’s hole with practiced precision. The wet sounds of sucking and the rhythmic thrust of Dane’s hips against Durano’s mouth fill the air as the tide laps just beyond the planks.
