Lucio Saints pins Scott Hunter’s wrists above his head while his tattooed chest presses down, fingers already working the tight hole that’s already dripping. The dark-haired one on top grips the sheets as he guides himself in, slow and deep, his muscular thighs locking around Hunter’s hips. Hunter’s mouth opens around Lucio’s wrist, teeth scraping just enough to make the dark-haired one groan before he pulls back to lick the thick cock that’s already leaking.
