Mason Wyler and Anthony stretch out on a bed, the tattooed arms flexing as one pins the other’s hips down, his fingers probing the tight asshole with rough precision. The blond’s mouth seals over the exposed hole, tongue swirling deep while the bearded one grips the strap harness, pulling Mason’s body into a slow, relentless thrust. Hands grip sheets and flesh, the air thick with the sound of wet slaps and the sharp intake of breath as fingers twist inside, then the blunt head of a cock breaches the tight ring.
