Andre Boleyn grips Fabien Jacq’s hips while he kneels, his dark hair framing a body built for control as he works the slicked hole with fingers. The lotion glistens on skin stretched tight around the asshole, while Boleyn’s mouth seals over Jacq’s cock, tongue swirling deep before pulling back to lick the oil from his balls. Jacq arches into the touch, his own hands gripping the couch as Boleyn shifts, positioning himself with a low, deliberate thrust.
