Angel Rock and Jackson Taylor are out enjoying the wintry views of Tahoe when a snowstorm sends them scurrying to the lodge. What better way to warm up than to share body heat? Angel’s hairy gymnast’s pecs practically burst out of his shirt when Jackson unbuttons it. Jackson is all contrasts: darker, slender and smooth. His slim body moves rhythmically as he and Angel smooch. Angel’s cock is poised for action, defying gravity as it rises and bobs in response to Jackson’s lip, teeth and tongue at his nipples. Angel’s cock is a work of art — long, curved and uncut. As fat as Jackson’s wrist. You wonder how Jackson makes it disappear down his throat. When Angel leans back on the sofa, Jackson straddles his face like a saddle, spreading his tight, smooth butt. Angel’s tongue quickly finds the soft, tender hole. He makes Jackson’s two tight handfuls of ass quiver and tremble. Grasping Jackson’s tiny waist in two hands, Angel guides him to his waiting cock. Penetration is instant. Jackson takes charge, swiveling and gyrating his hips to stimulate every square inch of his hungry fuck chute. In a breathless climax, Jackson sprays cum wildly across his thighs and torso, triggering a thick ball-basting from Angel.