Diego Sans and Nicco Sky

Diego Sans leans back on the couch, his dark hair framing a muscular frame as Nicco Sky kneels between his thighs, his clean-shaven jaw tight with focus. The blond’s fingers dig into the cushions while Nicco’s tongue traces the seam of his hole, working open the tight ring before taking him deep. The indoor light catches the sweat glistening on Diego’s chest as Nicco grips his hips, pulling him forward with every slow, deliberate thrust.