Marco Reed’s beard scrapes against Rusty Taylor’s neck as he grips his hips, fingers already probing deep while his mouth seals over the other’s throat. Rusty lies still, only his breath hitching as Reed’s tongue traces the rim before diving in, his own cock already slick with anticipation. The lean, dark-haired man beneath lets out a low groan when Reed’s thumb presses just right, his ass clenching around the intrusion.
