Lex Blond’s lips lock onto Charlie Snake’s cock while his fingers dig deep into his asshole, the blond’s smooth, slim body pressed tight against the tattooed one’s lean frame. The graphic-printed shirt rides up as Snake arches his back, gripping Blond’s hair to pull him harder onto his length. Blond’s clean-shaven jaw trembles as he works his tongue around the head, fingers slick with his own wetness. The neutral walls fade as Snake’s grip tightens, his breath ragged against Blond’s neck.
