Phillip Ashton kneels between Skug’s spread legs, his beard brushing the dark hair framing a muscular chest as he licks the slick folds of his hole, fingers hooked into the tight ass while the third man, red cap pulled low, watches from the couch, shoes dangling from his grip. Skug’s hips jerk forward, gripping the couch cushions as Ashton’s tongue dives deeper, the red-capped man’s own cock twitching in his palm, forgotten for now. The couch creaks under their weight, the air thick with the scent of sweat and the wet, hungry sounds of a man being eaten alive.
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