Dean Cullen’s lean, clean-shaven body presses against the tattooed arm of the other man as they grip each other’s hands, fingers already working between thighs. The dark-haired one kneels, his mouth locked around the cock still slick with spit, while the muscular one leans back into the couch cushions, gripping his own shaft as the other’s tongue traces his hole. Their hands move fast, slick with need, as the tattooed arm wraps tight around a hip, pulling the dark-haired one closer for another deep kiss.
