Ian Levine’s beard brushes against Max Sargent’s neck as he kneels, fingers already spreading the hole open before his tongue dives in. The dark-haired, muscular man on his back arches into the pressure, his asshole stretched tight around Levine’s cock as it pushes in slow, deliberate thrusts. Max’s grip on the sheets is the only sound in the room, his breath ragged as Levine’s fingers curl inside, teasing the prostate before the first deep fucking slams him down.
