Kamyk Wlker’s bearded hand grips Mackenzie Cross’s smooth, muscular thigh as he pins him down, his dark hair framing a face pressed into the blond’s neck while his tongue traces the salty line of his throat. Shaun Mann kneels beside them, his own fingers digging into the bedsheets as he guides Kamyk’s mouth lower, his grip tightening around the blond’s waist. The air thickens with the sound of wet suction as Kamyk takes him deep, his jaw working against the smooth, straining cock.
