Carlos Gustavo kneels with his dark hair framing a muscular, tattooed chest, his mouth open around Abel Pozsar’s thick cock as the bearded man grips the edge of the bed. The framed portraits on the wall watch over them while Gustavo’s tongue works deep, fingers tracing the ridges of Pozsar’s shaft. No hesitation, just the, relentless pressure of a blowjob that leaves no doubt.
