Pip Caulfield’s blond, smooth body pins Hans Lagerfeld down as his lips seal over the dark-haired man’s mouth, fingers already probing deep into his hole before the cock even hits. The athletic frame above drives in hard, the bed creaking under their weight as Pip’s grip tightens on Hans’s hips, each thrust pulling a sharp gasp. Hans’s ass clenches around the thick shaft, his breath ragged as Pip’s mouth leaves his lips to trail down his chest, tongue already swirling over his nipple before the real work begins.
