Cliff Jensen and the bearded man with tattoos crowd around the other’s mouth, one gripping his jaw while the other’s tongue drags deep into his throat. The clean-shaven one kneels, his fingers tangled in the dark hair at the back of Cliff’s neck as he guides his head down. Their bodies press close, muscles straining, breath ragged, while the tattooed man’s hand slides between them, fingers hooked into the slick heat of Cliff’s ass.
