Dan Estrada kneels between Colin Stride’s spread thighs, his tongue tracing the tight ring of his asshole while Stride grips his shoulders, fingers already probing deep inside. The blond’s nipple is caught between his teeth as he leans in, lips crashing against Stride’s mouth in a rough, open-mouthed kiss, his belt loop catching the light. Estrada’s smooth, muscular chest bears a small red mark as he works his tongue over the puckered hole, fingers curling inside with deliberate pressure.
