Jerome Exupery rides Sven Basquiat hard from behind, his blond, smooth body slamming into the muscular frame below while the third man kneels between them, fingers already working the tight hole. Basquiat’s dark hair falls forward as Exupery grips his hips, the bed creaking under their weight. The slim, average-sized man between them licks and sucks, his mouth hot on skin before his hands dive deeper.
