Caught in the act, Wesley and Devin can't help but let their inhibitions flow. As Devin steadies his aim, Wesley's uncut cock bobs, already leaking with anticipation. The golden arc splashes onto Wesley's chest, and he groans, fingers tracing the trail. Devin, unphased, continues his aim, drenching Wesley from neck to navel. Wesley, now rock hard, strokes his hairy shaft, beads of pre-cum glistening. Devin, grinning, moves closer, letting Wesley's hand guide his pissing cock, soaking Wesley's eager mouth and face.