Cesar Rossi’s beard brushes Alessio Vega’s lips as he grips his jaw, tongue deep in his throat while Vega’s fingers tangle in his hair, both men locked in a rough, open-mouthed kiss. The blond’s cock swells against Vega’s chest as he guides his head down, teeth grazing the tip before taking him fully into his mouth. The bench creaks under their weight, the close-up framing the way Vega’s hands grip Rossi’s thighs, pulling him closer as the blond’s breath hitches.
