Falcon Studios: Ray Diaz and Lance Luciano

Lance Luciano asleep on the lawn is a bronze Apollo, his smooth skin burnished, the hint of a hardon under his scarlet swim trunks. Ray Diaz spreads a towel inches away, eying Lance’s athletic body, reaching out to brush his hand across Lance‘s cock. Lance’s eyes open and he pulls down his suit. Ray kisses Lance’s armpit and works his way down to his nipple, his stomach finally landing on his fat erection with his tongue. He hunkers down on that tasty cock, using his mouth to slip the foreskin back and forth. Lance moans and tosses his head.

Sweat drips down his flanks. Ray smiles. Lance captures a strand of precum and feeds it to him. Ray straddles Lance, positioning his hairy crack over Lance’s face while continuing to suck. Sweat courses down Ray’s back into his crack as Lance drills his hole with his thumb and tongue. Their bodies radiate pure, sublime horniness in the California sun. They abandon themselves to a primitive, pulsating 69.