Joel Birkin grips Gino Mosca’s hips while he kneels behind him, tongue swirling deep into his asshole as the dark-haired, muscular man arches into the pressure. Gino’s fingers dig into the couch, his cock throbbing as Birkin’s mouth seals around it, teeth grazing the shaft before pulling back to lick the slit. The shift from ass to cock is brutal, no hesitation, just the wet slap of lips and the rough drag of Birkin’s beard against Gino’s thigh. By the end, they’re both naked, the only sound the wet smack of flesh and the sharp inhale of air when Joel’s fingers finally push past the tight ring.
