Brian Dickers grips Max Lacoste’s hips as he sucks his cock deep, the blond’s fingers already working inside his hole while his own cock stands rigid, leaking. Max bends slightly over the kitchen counter, his green shirt pulled up to expose smooth skin, the first thick stroke of Dickers’ tongue already making him gasp. Dickers doesn’t stop at the mouth, his hands slide down, his knuckles pressing against Max’s tight entrance before his tongue finds the sensitive flesh beneath.
