Connor Kline kneels between Mike De Marko’s spread thighs, his tattooed arms gripping the blond’s muscular hips as he tongues the tight hole while Tom Faulk watches from the couch, fingers already buried in the other’s ass. Mike’s dark hair falls forward as he leans back, his smooth, flexing body bracing against the couch’s edge, the air thick with the sound of wet suction and the rhythmic press of a thick cock. Tom’s muscular frame leans in, his own tattooed forearm brushing Connor’s shoulder as he guides the blond’s fingers deeper, their mouths crashing together in a rough, open-mouthed kiss.
