Alan Carly fucks Viktor Burek

Alan Carly grips Viktor Burek’s shoulders as he drops to his knees, his mouth sealing over the dark hair just above the asshole while fingers probe deep inside. The smooth skin of Burek’s back glistens under the light as Carly’s tongue traces the curve of his neck, then dips lower to tease the tight hole with slow, deliberate pressure. The blue padded mat cushions their weight as Burek braces against it, his muscles taut, while Carly’s grip tightens, first on his waist, then on the thick thighs that hold him steady.