Bishop Angus grips Elder Holland’s hips, his knuckles white as he shoves his face into the pillow to expose the tight, puckered hole he’s already licked clean. The blond’s ass clenches around Angus’s fingers, slick with spit, while his mouth works Angus’s cock with slow, deliberate suction, teeth scraping the underside. A pillow wedges between them, tilting Holland’s body just right so Angus can drive deep, his balls slapping against the flexing muscle. The air hums with the wet sounds of lips, tongues, and flesh slamming together.
