Macanao Torres leans back against the railing, his dark hair and beard framing a thick cock already straining against his grip as he adjusts himself, while Rick Lous kneels between his spread legs, muscular and clean-shaven, his fingers already tracing the tight, waiting hole. The city hums around them, but all that matters is the way Torres’ ass clenches at the first press of Lous’ tongue, his breath hitching as the other man works him open with deliberate, rough strokes.
