Vincent O’Reilly’s beard brushes against Jordan Starr’s neck as he grips his hips, fingers digging into the taut muscle of his back while Starr’s tongue swirls deep into his throat. The tattooed chest flexes under his grip, veins standing out as he pulls Starr closer, mouth sealing over his cock with a wet, hungry sound. The bed creaks beneath them, the sheets tangled around their legs as Vincent’s hands slide down, gripping the thick shaft before his lips take over again.
