Alexsander Freitas and Kevin Cavallie

Alexsander Freitas grips Kevin Cavallie’s wrist, fingers tracing the inked lines of his forearm as they lean in for a rough, open-mouthed kiss. Cavallie kneels on the couch, ass raised and slick with lube, while Freitas presses his tongue against the tight pucker before sliding two fingers deep inside. The couch creaks under them as Freitas flips him over, the head of his cock already wet with precome, then drives straight in with a sharp thrust.