Tommy Defendi & Donnie Dean

Tommy Defendi grips Donnie Dean’s hips as he licks the tight ring of his asshole, his beard rough against the dark hair on Dean’s chest. Dean arches back, fingers tangled in Tommy’s hair while he jerks off, his muscular arms straining over the wooden bench. The outdoor walls don’t hide the sounds, sloppy wetness, the slap of skin, the way Tommy’s tongue presses deep before pulling back to suck Dean’s hole.