Tristan Hunter and Ricky Daniels

Tristan Hunter grips Ricky Daniels’ cock with a rough, tattooed hand while the other man’s lips wrap tight around his own, teeth scraping just hard enough to make him groan, both of them slick with sweat and poolside sweat, the float creaking under their weight as Ricky’s fingers dig into Tristan’s ass, pulling him closer for a deep rim that leaves his breath ragged. The drinks sit untouched beside them, forgotten as Tristan’s cock swells in Ricky’s fist, the blue swim trunks barely hiding the way his own hole clenches at the touch.