Alexis Scott and Austin Greenwood

Alexis Scott’s blond head dips low, his tongue tracing the tight ring of Austin Greenwood’s asshole while the other man kneels behind him, fingers already working inside. The smooth, slim body arches into the touch, its hole glistening as Greenwood grips the couch cushions, his dark hair falling forward to brush the pillows. Alexis’s tattoos peek from beneath his shirt as he sucks hard, his own fingers slipping between Greenwood’s thighs to match the rhythm. They move as one, intertwined, breathless, the air thick with the wet sounds of lips and fingers.