Enrique Vera’s thick hands grip Orri Aasen’s hips as he pins him to the couch, his dark hair slick with sweat and lube, while Orri’s smooth, muscular back arches under the first rough thrust. The blond’s hole clenches around him as fingers circle tight before the cock takes over, rimmed lips parting for the blunt pressure of Vera’s tongue. They start clothed, end stripped, just the two of them, the couch groaning under the weight of their bodies.
