August Alexander’s thick fingers stretch Mason Lear’s hole open while his mouth seals around the tight ring, tongue pressing deep before the first slow thrust splits them apart, muscles straining as August pins him down, cock buried to the hilt in missionary. Lear’s ass clenches around him, lips parting for August’s tongue between his cheeks, then his own cock sliding wet against the sheets as he turns onto his side, legs splayed wide for the next position. The air hums with the wet slap of flesh, August’s grip tightening on Lear’s hips as he drives deeper, fingers tracing the curve of his ass before circling back to tease the hole again.
