Diego Sans, Dante Ferraro and Derek Atlas

Diego Sans kneels in the shallow water, his dark hair slick as Dante Ferraro grips his hips and drives deep, while Derek Atlas stands behind him, licking the slick flesh between his thighs. The tattooed one on his knees takes both of them, Dante’s thick cock pounding his ass, Derek’s fingers tracing slow circles inside him as he jerks off beside them. The poolside ledge and stone benches frame their bodies, wet and tangled, one man’s mouth sealed over the other’s cock while the third watches, his own hand working fast.