Joe Dave’s broad, tattooed chest presses against Marco’s smooth, sun-kissed skin as they sit shoulder-to-shoulder on the jagged rocks, the ocean crashing behind them. Marco’s lips part around Joe Dave’s thick cock, taking him deep while his fingers dig into the hard muscle of his back. The salt air mixes with the wet sounds of his throat working, the tide lapping at their feet as Joe Dave grips his waist, pulling him harder against the sharp stones.
