Pip, Jarrod, Mario, Hans, Ashton & Elio

Pip’s thick fingers dig into Ashton’s hips as he slams into him from behind, the bed creaking under their weight while Jarrod kneels between them, his beard scraping against Mario’s ass as he tongues the tight hole. Elio’s lean frame braces over Ashton’s mouth, swallowing his cock whole, while Hans grips Pip’s waist, pulling him deeper into the rough thrusts, no barrier, just raw, unbroken skin meeting skin. The air fills with groans as Mario’s muscular back arches, his fingers tangled in Jarrod’s dark hair, both of them lost in the wet, desperate rhythm of the group.