Tim Moffie’s lean, smooth face presses into Kirk Gauguin’s as his tongue forces open the other’s lips, fingers tangling in the blond hair while Gauguin grips his hips, pulling him closer. Moffie’s mouth seals around Gauguin’s cock, taking it deep with a slow, deliberate pull that makes the head glisten. The bed creaks under their weight as Gauguin arches, his breath hitching with every wet, rhythmic stroke.
