Bobby Hart studies with his dick sticking out of his boxers. His nut-brown chest is smooth and muscled. A vein throbs prominently over his bicep. Ashton Weber crawls playfully towards him, naked with that look in his eye. They wrestle and tickle each other, each growing hard in the process. Bobby uses his full, luscious lips to give Ashton a tongue bath, working from his lips to the hollow of his throat, nipples, down the center of his chest to his navel and, ultimately, to his cock. Ashton cranes his neck to watch Bobby alternately sucking his cock and his large balls hanging low in their nearly translucent sack. Bobby uses a finger on each hand to stretch Ashton’s hole. The atmosphere is sensual; passion is mixed with fun and no one’s in a hurry. Ashton is on his back when Bobby slides his hefty meat into Ashton’s hole. The fun leads to swapping roles and positions with Ashton now drilling Bobby doggy style. They separate and Ashton stuffs both his balls into Bobby’s mouth, which can barely accommodate them. That triggers two orgasms, with Bobby’s cock pumping out waves of jism that cascade down his hand and cock, and Ashton squirting for distance across Bobby’s belly but saving the last few delicious drops for Bobby’s mouth.
