Billy Long’s thick fingers stretch Enrique Currero’s hole open while his bald head presses between his thighs, tongue tracing the tight ring before slipping inside. The dark-skinned man kneels on the couch, gripping the edge as Long’s muscular arms pin him down, his own lips wrapped around the other’s cock in a rough, unbroken rhythm. Close-up shows fingers coated in slick heat, pulling back to glide over slick flesh before diving back in.
