Clyde Walton and Andy Scott

Clyde Walton kneels between Andy Scott’s spread legs, his clean-shaven jaw locked on toes slick with spit as Andy’s fingers dig into the strap binding his wrists. The dark-haired one licks his way up Andy’s thighs, tongue tracing the seam before his mouth seals around his cock, while Clyde’s other hand presses against the tight ring of his asshole. Both men are naked now, muscles flexing as Andy’s hips buck into the suction, his toes curled into Clyde’s scalp.