Josh Griffin and Lex Sabre

Josh Griffin kneels over Lex Sabre’s spread legs, his tattooed arms flexing as he drags his tongue along the clean-shaven man’s tight hole while his fingers work the slick entrance. Lex lies back, muscular and dark-haired, gripping the sheets as Griffin’s mouth seals over his ass, the suction sharp and deliberate. They strip in place, the bed creaking under their weight as one flips onto his back, exposing his hole to the other’s eager lips and fingers.