Mike Stafford’s beard brushes Danny Star’s jaw as he grips his hips, fingers sliding deep into his tight hole while the other man’s mouth seals around his cock. Danny lies sprawled on the couch, muscles taut beneath the pressure, his dark hair splayed across the fabric as Stafford’s tongue traces the ridge of his shaft. The only sound is the wet suction and the rough exhale of breath when Stafford’s fist pumps in time with his mouth.
