Mark Kun and Dan Steele

Mark Kun kneels behind Dan Steele, his tongue pressing deep into the tight ring of his asshole while Steele grips the edge of the couch, fingers already probing the same hole. The blond’s lean body bends low, lips sealed around the puckered flesh as Steele arches his back, hands gripping the fabric beneath him. Dan’s smooth, light brown hair falls forward, obscuring the view of his face as Mark’s mouth works relentently, fingers slipping in and out of the same tight passage.