DILF Reunion

​The afternoon sun beats down on the luxury villa’s pool, where Michael is already tense, staring at his whiskey. "I'm telling you, the fire just dies after twenty years," he mutters bitterly. ​"Drop it, Mike. You're on vacation," Charlie grunts, his massive gymrat physique casting a huge shadow by the water as he racks up another set of weights. ​On a lounge chair, Ben relaxes with a smooth smirk. "Listen to Charlie, Mikey. If you need to release some marital tension, Daddy Ben can always give you a private massage later," he teases, lowering his sunglasses. ​Adam lets out a tired sigh, staring at his lap. "Can we just enjoy the quiet? Some of us are actually trying to forget about relationship drama here." ​Suddenly, the heavy iron gates creak open. The bickering stops instantly as all f