Jan Cerny’s beard scrapes against Laco Meido’s throat as he grips his hips, fingers already probing deep while the other’s tongue swirls between his lips. Meido arches into the stretch, his hole glistening as Cerny lines up, the sheets tangled beneath them both. Pillows prop his ass high, giving Cerny leverage to drive in slow, deliberate thrusts while his mouth stays locked on Meido’s.
