Beaux Banks kneels over Diego Sans, his tattooed arms flexing as he grips the sheets, while Sans lies back with his head tilted toward the pillows, mouth open for the deep thrusts of Beaux’s tongue. The bed creaks under their weight as Beaux’s fingers trace the tight ring of Sans’s asshole, then slip inside, his own cock already slick with precome. Sans arches into the touch, his dark hair falling forward as Beaux takes him slow and deep, the bedsheets tangled around his hips.
