The bearded man kneels on the couch, his dark hair slick with sweat as he grips the strap-on, while the other stands firm, his smooth chest rising with sharp breaths, his fingers already buried deep inside the first. The standing one leans in, his lips crushing down hard, tongue forcing its way past teeth as the kneeling one bucks against his touch, the strap-on slamming home with every thrust.
