Mitch Vaughn’s beard scrapes Logan Scott’s chest as he grips his hips, fingers already probing the tight hole while the other man kneels, tongue swirling around the puckered asshole. Mitch’s muscular frame looms over him, one hand tangled in Logan’s dark hair as the other works his cock, slick with spit and anticipation. The kneeling man arches back, moaning around the intrusion, his own fingers buried deep in Mitch’s thigh while the standing one leans in for a rough, open-mouthed kiss.
