Alexsander Freitas and Kyler Moss

Alexsander Freitas kneels between Kyler Moss’s spread legs, his tongue tracing the tight ring of his asshole while Moss grips his shoulders, the red cloth around his neck taut. Fingers probe deeper as Freitas takes his turn licking, the rough texture of their hairy bodies pressing together. Moss holds him steady, his own dark hair and tattoos visible as he leans forward, mouth open in a silent command. The only sound is the wet slap of tongue on skin, the rough edge of their connection.