Frederick Perin and Jeroen Mondrian

Frederick Perin grips Jeroen Mondrian’s hips, his dark hair falling forward as he drives into him hard on the couch, while Mondrian’s fingers dig into the cushions and his cock throbs between them. Perin’s mouth seals around the base of his own shaft, pulling tight as Mondrian’s tongue traces the underside of his throat, his smooth, muscular body arching into the pleasure. A hand slides between them, fingers slick with precome as one strokes the other’s hole, then grips his cock to jerk off in time with the deep, unprotected thrusts.