Helmut Huxley fucks Matthieu Pique

Helmut Huxley pins Matthieu Pique to the bench, his grip tight around the smaller man’s hips as he drives in deep, the dark hair of both men slick with sweat. Pique gasps around Helmut’s tongue, his fingers digging into the bench’s rough wood while Helmut’s beard scrapes his throat. Before the cock even enters, Helmut’s mouth seals over Pique’s hole, his tongue working the tight ring until the first slow, wet thrust splits him open. No barrier, just raw force and the sound of flesh slapping against wood.