Pierre Fitch grips Angel Cruz’s hips as he works his tongue into the tight, puckered hole, fingers stretching the asshole open while Cruz arches back, gripping the sheets. The dark hair frames a body built for endurance, tattoos snaking up his arms as Fitch sucks hard on his cock, the head swollen and flushed. Their movements are rough, deliberate, no hesitation, no softness, just the push and pull of two men who know exactly what they’re doing.
