Mason Wyler’s tattooed, muscular frame pins Christian Wilde facedown on the bed, his fingers working the tight hole while his mouth drags lazy circles over the other’s ass. The blond’s thick cock slides in slow, deliberate strokes as Wilde’s breath hitches between moans and the wet, sucking sounds of Mason’s tongue tracing his crack. One grips the sheets, the other’s grip tightens on his own hips, no words, just the press of bodies.
