Michael Roman’s shaved head and muscular frame dominate as he grips Matt Heron’s hips, fingers probing deep while his lips seal over the other’s thick cock. Matt’s dark hair and inked skin contrast with the bed’s rough sheets as Roman’s tongue swirls around his shaft, the bedside bottle forgotten in the grip of their hands. Their movements are, precise, no hesitation, just the wet sound of lips and the sharp inhale of breath as fingers twist inside.
