Kieran, Jason, Ariel & Rhys

Kieran Benning’s beard scrapes against Jason Bacall’s tight hole as Rhys Jagger’s fingers stretch it open, while Ariel Vanean’s tongue laps at the slickness left behind, four sets of hands and mouths working at once, the bed sheets tangled with sweat and the sharp taste of salt. Jason takes Kieran’s cock deep, his throat bobbing as Rhys kneels behind him, licking the puckered ring before pressing his own fingers inside, the dark-haired men locked in a rhythm of thrusts and gasps. Ariel’s light hair brushes the sheets as he grips the base of Jason’s shaft, his mouth sealing around the head while Kieran’s beard tickles his ass, the air thick with the sounds of wet suction and the slap of skin against skin.