Joey Jordan’s dark hair glistens as he grips Brad Patton’s hips, fingers sliding deep into his hole while Brad’s head dips between his thighs, tongue tracing the tight ring before pulling back to lick the wetness. The pool’s edge cuts into their skin as Joey’s mouth seals over Patton’s cock, teeth grazing the thick shaft before he takes it all the way down. Their muscles strain against the water’s resistance, the only sound the wet slap of flesh and the sharp inhale of Patton’s breath when Joey’s fingers curl just right.
