In the soft glow of the evening, Camiel leans in, his lips parting to envelop John's rigid cock. He sucks tenderly, his tongue swirling around the head, tracing the veins. John's hips move in rhythm with Camiel's mouth, his moans filling the room. Camiel's hands cup John's balls, massaging them gently as he continues his slow, loving assault. John's body tenses, his cock pulsing as he releases his load into Camiel's waiting mouth, Camiel swallowing every drop, his eyes never leaving John's.