A calm hush settles once they find the center of the bed. Touch becomes guidance, and guidance becomes motion. A shared cadence grows certain, simple and true. A final swell drifts into soft silence. The air tastes softer, and so do their smiles.
John Putao Rico Marlon sight of that perfect ass in the air made Rico Marlon lose control instantly. John Putao slammed in raw, hips snapping forward with force. The sound of skin slapping filled the room as he grabbed tight onto Rico Marlon's waist. Every thrust dug deeper, stretching Rico Marlon wide. His body tensed, Rico Marlon's voice broke in pleasure, and warm cum flooded Rico Marlon completely.
A pillow hits the floor and rolls. the broad‑shouldered one meets the younger Asianman at the side of the bed, and They crash into a hard kiss and don't apologize. The headboard complains and they ignore it. Sheet corners come loose again. They choose speed over talk and it fits them both. Warmth pools where their bodies meet. They pull in again, because once isn't enough.
