Stas Landon and Andrey Vic pin Ian Greene’s hips down while Sergio kneels behind, his tongue tracing the tight ring before fingers slip inside. The blond’s mouth seals around Ian’s cock, teeth grazing the shaft as Stas grips his waist, pulling him deeper. Sergio’s hands dig into Ian’s thighs, his breath hot against the crack as he works the rim with slow, deliberate pressure. The mat stays blue, the bodies stay locked, no room for anything else.
