Helmut Huxley’s beard brushes Orri Aasen’s neck as he pins him down, fingers already working the tight hole while the third man watches, his smooth chest rising with every breath. The slim, dark-haired one kneels between them, tongue tracing the puckered ring before taking it deep, his own cock already slick with anticipation. Laughter turns to moans as Helmut’s grip tightens, pulling Orri’s ass up for a slow, deliberate stretch.
