Peter Andre kneels over Petr Plodner’s spread legs, his tattooed arms gripping the sheets as he works his fingers deep into the dark-haired man’s hole. Petr lies still, his muscular body tense beneath the pressure, while Andre’s clean-shaven jaw hovers close, lips parting for a rough kiss that cuts off mid-suck as his tongue dives between Petr’s thighs. The bed dips under their weight, the only sound the wet slap of Andre’s fingers against flesh.
