Damien Stone’s dark hair falls over his broad shoulders as he leans back, his muscles rippling under the light, while JJ Knight and Johnny Rapid kneel before him, one gripping his thick cock, the other already licking the head with slow, deliberate strokes. The air hums with the wet sound of lips pulling tight, then the deep, guttural groan when Damien’s fist tightens in JJ’s hair as he fucks his mouth. Johnny’s tongue traces the underside, his fingers digging into the base as Damien’s hips jerk forward, each thrust harder than the last.
