Mitch Branson’s fingers stretch Ricky Parks’ hole open while his mouth seals around the thick cock, the dark hair of both men pressed tight against the couch as Ricky grips the armrests. The blond’s smooth, muscular chest rises with sharp breaths as Mitch’s tongue drags along the crack, then his lips wrap around the head, teeth scraping just hard enough. Ricky’s ass lifts slightly off the cushions, the fingers working deep before Mitch pulls back, only to replace them with his own, curling inside while the cock swells against his throat.
