Calvin Banks kneels behind Chris Loan, his tattooed arms gripping the muscular thighs while his mouth works the hole with rough, deliberate strokes. The dark-haired Loan arches into the pressure, his fingers tangled in the sheets as Banks’ tongue licks deep before pulling back to suck hard, the sound of wet flesh filling the air. One grips the other’s hips, pulling him into every thrust, while the other’s breath hitches between gasps, the bed creaking under their weight.
