Karl Stevens and Roman Capellini

Karl Stevens grips Roman Capellini’s hips, fingers spreading his asshole while the blond’s mouth seals over his cock, teeth scraping the shaft. Roman kneels, tongue tracing Karl’s tattoos as his own hole glistens under the fingers pulling him open. They strip in the same breath, skin meeting skin, Karl’s beard rough against Roman’s chest, his cock already wet with precome. The bed dips as Karl flips him, driving in hard, the sound of flesh slapping wet.