Andrei Karenin grips Tom Rogers’ hips while his tongue drags slow circles over the base of his cock, the blond’s breath ragged as fingers stretch his hole open. Tom arches into the pressure, his knuckles pressed into the sheets as Andrei’s teeth graze the sensitive skin beneath his balls. From another angle, the dark-haired one kneels behind him, lips parted around his asshole, the wet sound of suction cutting through the room. The bed dips as Andrei drives in hard, his grip bruising, the blond’s moans swallowed by the mattress.
