Torsten Ullman’s beard scrapes Tom Houston’s throat as he grips his hips, fingers already working his hole open while the third man watches, his dark hair slick with spit. Ullman’s cock presses hard against Houston’s ass, the head glistening as he guides it in slow, deliberate thrusts. Hands grip sheets and thighs, mouths locked in a rough kiss that cuts off mid-swallow as Ullman bottoms out, his breath ragged.
