Blake commands him to roll over and resumes the rhythmic pounding. Blue spread his legs wider, leans closer to the ground. Flesh slaps against flesh, with Blake's nut sack slamming into Blue's taint. This carnal connection gets straight to the point: one heat-seeking missile, one hot hole needing to be filled.
Blake advances the anal charge with his thumb while his cock bobs between his legs, angrily red, hard, curved and ready. He's been spanked and primed to get fucked. Blue's ass is red with handprints and his tawny hole is wet with spit. Blake Daniels, on his knees, has his face clamped in the buns of Blue Bailey, also on his knees and bucking like a bronco. Two smooth and muscular bodies are playing in the hay.
