Surrender to Milk: A Gay Thirst
Two putos, their bodies lean and muscular, their eyes burning with lust, stand in a small, cramped space. The air is thick with tension and the scent of their desire. One, his ass bare and inviting, leans over, his hands splayed against the wall. The other, his cock hard and leaking, steps up behind him, his hands gripping the other's hips. Without a word, he pushes into him, a slow, steady thrust that makes them both groan. The sound of flesh meeting flesh fills the room as they fuck, their bodies moving in sync, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The top reaches around, his hand wrapping around the bottom's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The bottom's moans grow louder, his body tensing as he nears his climax. The top leans in, his lips brushing against the bottom's ear, "Córrete, puto," he whispers, and the bottom does, his body convulsing as he comes undone.