President Oaks kneels between Elder Boon’s spread legs, his fingers probing the tight asshole while the older man’s thighs tremble under the pressure. The blond’s hands glide over Boon’s muscular back, tracing the tension in his thighs as he lies on his side, legs bent to give deeper access. Every stroke of Oaks’ fingers pushes harder, stretching the hole until Boon’s breath hitches, his neck flushed as the massaging turns relentless.
