David Anthony kneels over Casey Williams, his beard brushing the tight, hairy hole as he tongues the puckered ring before slipping two fingers inside. The bald, muscular man on his back arches into the penetration, gripping the sheets while Luke Adams watches from the edge of the bed, stroking himself with rough, deliberate strokes. The air hums with the wet sounds of fingers working deep, the only movement the slow, deliberate thrusts of a tongue and the tight clench of an asshole stretched around thick digits.
