Anointment Anxiety

Ander Wolfson’s stocky frame pins Matthew Figata to the floor, fingers probing deep while his blond hair brushes the carpet, bareback, no barrier between them. Figata’s asshole takes the wet tongue first, then the thick cock, his hole stretched wide as Ander grips his hips, the strap or towel slipping from his grip. Hands jerking his own length, Ander’s bearded jaw hovers over the slick, open mouth below, licking and sucking until the first hot load spills down his throat.