Lance Howard and Robbie Ireland

Lance Howard’s stocky frame pins Robbie Ireland down on the couch, his fingers spreading the towel as he presses his mouth to the other man’s asshole. Robbie’s muscular body arches slightly, his clean-shaven jaw clenched against the wet, deliberate licks tracing his hole. Hands grip each other’s wrists, knuckles white, while Howard’s tongue works the tight ring with slow, focused pressure. The towel stays in place, slick with saliva, as Robbie’s fingers dig into the couch cushion beneath him.