Thomas Ricci and Danny Bianchi

Thomas Ricci’s dark hair frames his face as Danny Bianchi kneels, his fingers probing Ricci’s tight asshole while his mouth seals over the cock jutting from his hip. Ricci lies flat, gripping the sheets as Bianchi’s tongue traces the rim before his lips wrap around the head, teeth grazing the sensitive underside. The air hums with the wet sounds of suction and the rhythmic press of fingers, the two moving in tandem, one taking, the other giving, until the first thick pulse of cum hits the back of Bianchi’s throat.