Ryder Owens kneels between Tristan West’s spread thighs, his tattooed arms flexing as he tongues the tight asshole while West arches into the grip, sheets tangled around his hips. The blond’s fingers dig into the sheets as Ryder switches to sucking his cock, teeth scraping the shaft before he takes it deep, throat working around the thick length. Behind him, Tristan’s own hand slides down to rim the other’s hole, lips parted in a groan as Ryder’s tongue presses harder. They move without pause, the bed creaking under their weight as one pulls back to lick the other’s cockhead, only to be replaced by a rough, wet thrust that leaves West’s breath ragged.
