Enrique Vera towers over Sven Basquiat, his dark hair framing a broad, muscular frame as he grips the slim, light-haired man’s hips and drives into his asshole with deep, relentless thrusts. Sven’s fingers dig into the sheets while his own cock swells, slick with pre-cum, as Enrique’s mouth seals around his hole, tongue probing with rough precision. The bed creaks under their weight as Enrique’s hand wraps around his own straining length, jerking off in time with the wet, slapping sounds of flesh meeting flesh.
