Wesley Woods’ smooth, slim frame bends over Hunter Grey’s bearded chest as his lips seal around the thick cock, fingers already working the tight hole while Grey grips the couch arm for leverage. The blond’s tongue swirls against the dark stubble as Hunter’s muscular thighs spread wider, his breath hitching when Wesley’s slicked fingers press deep inside. Naked by the end, they move without pause, one sucking, the other gripping, the bookshelves behind them silent witnesses to the rough, unhurried rhythm.
