Kameron Frost’s dark hair falls forward as he kneels, fingers already buried deep inside Miguel Bryan’s hole while the other man’s mouth seals around his cock. Bryan grips the bench, his muscles taut, as Kameron’s tongue drags up the underside before taking him all the way down. The bench creaks under their weight as fingers dig in, lips seal tight, and the only sound is the wet, rhythmic pull of one man’s mouth on the other’s cock.
