Dripping West, Scene .

The exquisite Paddy O’Brian is dangling his feet in the pool, but it’s not likely to cool him off, because there’s a hot guy between his legs. Johnny Ryder is nibbling Paddy’s lips, like a mer-man from the deep who rose to find 180 pounds of muscle that needs a closer inspection at the edge of his world. Zing go the strings of Paddy’s swimsuit when the inspection takes a turn. Johnny hooks the waistband of Paddy’s trunks under his balls,causing them to lift and separate as the fat shaft above them sinks into Johnny’s throat.When no part of Paddy’s hefty equipment is left unsucked, he rolls back and spreads his cheeks for Johnny’s tongue to sample the depths of a hairy crack. They choose dry land for fucking, and Johnny’s smooth, tan buns get split by Paddy’s monster meat. Sweat breaks out in rivulets that follow the contours of their flesh, pooling in the hollow of Johnny’s throat and curling around the hairs between Paddy’s pecs. On the cusp of exhaustion from such intense fucking, they jerk out well-earned loads.