Josh Weston’s beard scrapes Park Wiley’s throat as he grips his hips, fingers already working the tight hole while Wiley moans into the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of Josh’s lips before pulling back to lick the salty skin just above his ass. The blond leans into the pressure, his muscular frame bracing against the pillow as Josh’s thick fingers curl deeper, then shifts to take him from behind, the head of his cock pressing against the puckered entrance before sliding in with a slow, deliberate thrust. Wiley’s hands grip the sheets, his breath hitching as Josh’s mouth seals over his hole, tongue flicking against the sensitive flesh before pulling back to rim his asshole with deliberate slowness.
