Alan Cartier grips Helmut Huxley’s hips while his thick cock slides deep, the dark-haired, smooth-skinned man’s breath ragged as fingers dig into his ass. Helmut’s hole clenches around him, lips parted as Alan’s tongue traces the tight ring before his cock fills it again. Their hands move fast, Alan’s grip tightens, Helmut’s fingers stroke his own cock, slick with spit. The bed creaks under them as Alan’s thrusts grow harder, his cock buried to the hilt.
