Calvin Grange’s beard brushes Koda Cummings’ jaw as he grips his hips, fingers probing deep while the other’s mouth seals around his asshole. Koda’s smooth, muscular back arches under the pressure, his dark hair catching the light as Grange’s tongue traces the tight ring before pulling back to lick the slickness. One hand grips the sheets, the other braces against the mattress as Grange’s teeth graze the sensitive skin.
