Connor Levi and Rudy Bodlak

Connor Levi’s tattooed, muscular frame pins Rudy Bodlak against the poolside chair, his grip tight as he drives deep with a slow, deliberate thrust. The blond’s fingers dig into the wooden post for leverage while Rudy’s mouth wraps around Levi’s cock, his throat working in tight, wet pulls. Behind them, the water glints off slick skin as Levi’s hand slides between Rudy’s legs, his thumb pressing hard against his asshole before two fingers breach the tight ring. The air hums with the wet sounds of lips, the sharp inhale of air when Levi bottoms out, and the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh.