Ariel Vanean and Marcel Gassion

Ariel Vanean pins Marcel Gassion’s wrists into the mattress while his tongue drags deep into his throat, fingers already working the tight hole with slow, deliberate pressure. The bed creaks under their weight as Marcel arches, his breath hitching around the suction of Vanean’s mouth. No words, just the wet sound of lips and the rhythmic thrust of a slicked finger.