Vincent Tyle fucks Bastien

Vincent Tyle kneels on the grass, his blond hair catching the light as he takes Bastien’s cock deep, fingers already working the tight hole while the other man grips his own shaft. The magazine lies open between them, pages flipping lazily as Bastien arches into Vincent’s mouth, his dark hair brushing the blanket beneath. Hands move fast, licking, teasing, the slick sounds of fingers slipping between cheeks before Vincent’s tongue finds the rim. No clothes left, just the heat of two bodies tangled in the open air.