Torsten Ullman’s tattooed hands grip Sven Basquiat’s hips as he kneels behind him, tongue tracing the tight ring of his asshole before pulling back to lick the slick folds. The blond’s muscular body arches under the pressure, fingers digging into the sheets while Ullman’s mouth seals over his hole, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. Basquiat’s ass clenches around Ullman’s tongue, his breath hitching as the older man’s grip tightens, pulling him deeper into the wet heat.
