Leo La Rosa’s beard scrapes Alan Vicenzo’s throat as he grips his jaw, fingers already working the tight hole while the blond’s cock twitches between them. The third man, tattoos crawling up his arms, watches from the couch, jacket draped over his shoulders, stroking himself slow as the first two lose themselves in the wet, desperate pull of mouths and hands. No words, just the slick sounds of flesh and the way Alan’s body bends into the pressure, his ass clenching around the thick invasion.
