Mike Chambers lets the bearded one stretch his fingers deep into his asshole while the other grips his cock, his mouth locked tight around the head as he works his tongue against the sensitive ridge. The dark-haired man kneeling presses his palm into Mike’s chest, fingers hooked into the tight ring, his own fist wrapped around his own shaft as he watches. The couch creaks under their weight, the only sound the wet slap of lips and the rough rasp of breath.
