...didn’t mean to walk in. But there they were—son on his knees with cum dripping down his chin, other guy’s hand guiding him deeper while another palm strokes from behind. No words, just grunts and sloppy sounds as lips wrap tight around leaking cocks. Thick loads splatter across chests, one guy groans into the pillow like he can’t take it anymore. Messy swap with no lube, just raw hunger—someone should’ve knocked.
