Addison Graham and Brett Swanson

Addison Graham’s muscular, tattooed frame stretches out on his back while Brett Swanson kneels between his legs, the yellow tape coiled beside them marking the distance between their mouths and the tight, puckered asshole he’s licking with deliberate precision. His fingers probe deeper as Addison’s tongue traces the rim, the two men locked in a slow, deliberate exchange of breath and saliva, every stroke deliberate and unhurried. The slim, clean-shaven Brett doesn’t just tease, he works the hole with his lips and tongue, his own cock left hard and forgotten as Addison sucks the length of it, the measuring tape forgotten in the focus on what’s happening between them.