OMG! These boys! Andrew has a great body and nice cock. He makes a willing bottom for Owen to lose himself in. There is not much chemistry between them but Owen has enough sensuality to make us almost forget there is a second party involved. Owen’s body is not remarkable. He is long, lean and silky smooth but so are many twinks his age. But what he has encased inside that silky skin is what makes him the top I dream of finding. He keeps his eyes shut most of the time as though he is fantasizing about being somewhere else with a lover who can match his sensual energy. Andrew fits the requirements for this scene - he has holes in the right places and generally knows what he is supposed to do, but (and I hate to say this) he strikes me as an Artificial Intelligence bottom. He knows where to put his hands but somehow the soul is missing. But never mind. Owen’s presence would overshadow just about any partner. The man commands the relationship from the moment he enters. He brought every fiber into this action. His movements border on being serpentine. His physical contact with Andrew is fluid, as though his skin is moving on its own, reveling in the touch, worshiping the contact. Somehow we sense he imbues intercourse with reverence. It’s not sex, it’s love. He slides on, around and into Andrew like rain. He doesn’t just hold him, he embraces him, body and soul. Andrew doesn’t even jerk himself off. Owen does it for him, seeming to sense the proper rhythm and speed to bring Andrew to a head. And when Owen showers Andrew’s groin with cum, his immediate action is to lick and kiss the precious fluid off Andrew. Then, as a consummate lover, Owen crawls up onto Andrew’s chest to complete the melding. Without missing a beat Owen looks straight at us and smiles with his whole face as if to say: “See what I did? Can I do it with you, too?”