Dean Wyatt’s tattooed, shaved head crushes Saxon West’s mouth while his fingers probe the tight asshole below, the other man kneeling with his own cock already slick with pre-cum. The muscular blond grips Saxon’s hips hard as he works his tongue deep, then pulls back just long enough to let the first thick finger slide in, before Dean’s own cock takes over, slamming into the stretched hole with every rough thrust. Saxon’s hands grip the couch, his breath ragged as Dean’s beard scrapes against his neck, the air thick with the sounds of wet flesh and desperate gasps.
