Baptiste Garcia’s thick fingers stretch Angel Diaz’s hole open while his dark hair brushes the sheets, then his mouth seals over the tight ring, tongue pressing deep. The blond’s muscular chest presses down as he guides his own cock into Diaz’s waiting mouth, gripping the back of his head to hold him still. Their hands move fast, one pinching, the other pulling, until Diaz’s hips jerk against the bed, lost in the rough suction.
