Eric Valentin and Jasper Van Dean kneel on a mat beneath the shade of trees, their dark hair slick with sweat as one presses his face into the other’s asshole, tongue deep and relentless. The third man, smooth and muscular, grips their hips, holding them steady while his mouth moves between them, lips sealing around the tight ring. The air hums with the wet sounds of suction and the rough drag of skin against skin, no hesitation, no softness, just the thrust of mouths and the way their bodies lock together.
