Rem Dimartinz pins Alfonso Osnaya’s hips down while the dark-haired one’s fingers dig into his ass, spreading him open. The light-haired man’s mouth seals over his hole, tongue probing deep as Alfonso arches into the pressure, his knuckles slick with his own slickness. Both grip the couch’s edge, breath ragged, the dark-haired one’s grip tightening as he works his fingers in and out.
