Elliot Finn bends over Michael Del Ray’s spread legs, his fingers probing deep while Del Ray’s head drops back into a pillow, mouth open for the first thrust of Elliot’s tongue against his asshole. The blond’s grip tightens around Del Ray’s hips as he pulls back, then slams forward again, lips sealing around the tight ring before pulling off with a wet pop. Del Ray’s hands clutch the sheets, his breath ragged as Elliot’s cock presses against his hole, teasing before driving in hard.
