Florian Mraz and Gregor Gilead

Florian Mraz pins Gregor Gilead’s hips down while his fingers dig into the tight, slick hole, no barrier, just raw thrusts against the rough headboard. Gregor grips Florian’s shoulders, his mouth locked onto the thick cock as the blond’s breath hitches between moans, his own knuckles white where they dig into the sheets. The dark-haired one flips them with a growl, straddling Florian’s chest to take his own turn, tongue lashing at the swollen head before pulling back just enough to let the cockhead glisten.