Marcello Mastro kneels between Lucas M’s legs, his tattooed arms flexing as he licks deep into his throat while Lucas grips the sheets, fingers already working his hole. The bed creaks under their weight as Marcello’s muscular frame shifts, his tongue tracing every inch before taking Lucas’s cock deep. Lucas arches back, ass raised, as Marcello’s fingers stretch him open, then the cock slides home, rough and relentless, while the other man’s fist pumps his own shaft in time.
