Drenched In Piss County

The sun hammers a dry vineyard. Damien Crosse quits plowing long enough to pull his fat cock out and piss. Chris Porter drops to his knees without a word. Damien drenches his face and shirt in hot piss, then shoves the same cock straight down Porter’s throat. Spit runs down Chris’s chin. Damien fucks his face in hard strokes, balls slapping wet skin. They switch places. Chris stands, Damien kneels, and Porter blasts piss over Damien’s mouth, down his chest, soaking the dark hair. Damien sucks him clean. They trade again, trading spit and piss, until Damien hauls Porter onto the table and spits on his crack. One thrust sinks him to the root. Chris grunts, pain and lust fighting across his face. Damien slams in again and again, picking up brutal speed. He flips Porter onto his back, pisses all over him once more, then drives back inside. Porter’s load splashes across his own stomach. Damien pulls out at the last second and shoots thick ropes across the piss-wet shirt, leaving Chris soaked and dripping under the sun.