Greg Centuri and Sascha Poliakof kneel against a brick wall, the dark-haired, muscular man gripping the other’s hips while his tongue traces the tight ring of his asshole. One fingers the puckered hole open, slick with saliva, while the other braces himself against the rough surface, his weight shifting as the first thick cock presses inside. The air hums with the wet sound of flesh stretching, the second man’s breath ragged as he’s taken deep, his fingers still working the entrance.
