Tucker Vaughn’s beard scrapes against Cameron Marshall’s jaw as he grips his hips, fingers sliding deep while Marshall’s tongue coils around the head of his cock. The outdoor light catches the sweat glistening on their chests as Vaughn’s mouth seals over his shaft, teeth grazing the underside. A wine glass clinks against the table behind them, forgotten, Marshall’s fingers twist in Vaughn’s hair, pulling him closer as the first thick pulses hit the back of his throat.
