Josh Bensan’s smooth, light-haired body bends over Preston Andrews as his tongue traces the dark-haired man’s slick hole, while a rainbow lollipop clings to his lower lip. Preston grips the back of his head, guiding his mouth deeper as the party hats on the floor mark the start of this slow striptease. They end with Bensan’s fingers working Andrews open before his tongue takes over, the only sound the wet slap of lips and the hitch of breath.
