Alexander Straus grips Kristof Junas’s hips while Erich Tauber kneels behind him, his tongue tracing the tight ring of muscle before sliding deeper, no lube needed for the first thrusts, just, wet pressure. Straus leans forward, his mouth sealing over Junas’s cock as the stocky Tauber works his fingers inside the other’s ass, fingers slick with lube already coating the bedsheets. The dark-haired, muscular one above takes Junas’s weight, his grip bruising as he pulls him back for another deep plunge, while Tauber’s tongue never stops, lapping at the puckered entrance between thrusts.
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