Jarrod Lanvin’s beard presses into Jens Christensen’s neck as he grips his hips, fingers digging into the smooth muscle of his back while the blond’s hole stretches around his cock. The third man, light-haired and broad-shouldered, kneels between them, his tongue tracing the tight ring of the asshole before his own thick shaft pushes forward. On the couch, they shift positions, one bent over the armrest, another straddling the first, their bodies slick with sweat and the sound of flesh slapping.
