Gaston Croupier’s thick fingers stretch Abraham Montenegro’s hole open while his mouth seals around it, tongue pressing deep as the dark-haired, muscular man grips the couch’s red fabric. The bearded top pins Abraham down with one hand, his other guiding a fat cock into the tight, glistening entrance, no prep, no hesitation, just the thrust of a cock buried to the hilt. The close-up shows the stretched, swollen ring as Gaston’s hips snap forward, each stroke pulling a choked gasp from Abraham’s parted lips.
