Scott Carter and Sergi Serrano

Scott Carter kneels between Sergi Serrano’s spread legs, his tattooed arms steadying the other man’s hips while his tongue traces the tight ring of his asshole. Serrano grips Carter’s shoulders, his own cock jutting hard as Carter’s mouth takes it deep, fingers probing his hole while his own lips press against Serrano’s. The air hums with the wet sounds of suction and the slick drag of tongues against skin, hands guiding and pulling until Serrano’s breath hitches.