Jorik Tautou’s dark, smooth muscles pin Joaquin Arrenas beneath him as his lips seal over the other’s throat, fingers already probing deep into his asshole. The blond’s tight hole clenches around Jorik’s thick cock, his back arched as the darker man drives in hard, each thrust pulling a choked gasp from his mouth. Their bodies slick with sweat, one’s hands grip the sheets while the other’s tongue laps at the salt on his skin, the air thick with the sound of flesh slapping wetly against flesh.
