Apolo and Tony Dias

Tony Dias and Apolo kneel over the bed, one’s shaved head gleaming under the light as he licks and sucks the other’s tight, puckered hole while fingers probe deep inside. The dark-skinned man on his back arches into the pressure, his smooth, muscular body tensed as the lighter one’s tongue works relentlessly around his rim. Pillows press into his spine as the first thick thrusts split him open, bareback, the raw sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the air.