King Donovan kneels between the pool’s cracked tiles, his dark hair slick with sweat, one hand gripping his thigh as the other pulls his cock out, hard, flushed, already dripping. Beside him, another man squats low, mustache bristling, his muscular chest heaving as he leans forward, fingers digging into his own knee. The concrete wall behind them glows under the sun, but neither looks away from what they’re doing.
