Paddy O’Brian’s beard scrapes against Trenton Ducati’s jaw as he pins him down, fingers already working the tight hole while the other man’s mouth seals over his cock. The couch dips into the grass, leaves brushing their shoulders as Ducati’s tongue drags up the underside, teeth grazing the sensitive head. Paddy’s grip tightens, pulling Ducati’s ass higher, the wet sound of his fingers mixing with the rough suck of his throat.
