Franta Tucny grips Karel Omanak’s hips, his tattooed forearms flexing as he drives deep into the tight, clenching hole. The blond’s fingers dig into the sheets while his mouth seals over Karel’s cock, tongue swirling around the thick head before pulling back to tease. Above them, Franta’s breath hitches as Karel’s own fingers work his ass, slick with saliva, before he slams down again, the bed creaking under their weight.
