Watch: My Turn

Vadim Black grips the couch as Max Wilde’s bearded jaw hovers over his wrist, tongue flicking out in slow, deliberate strokes while his muscular arms flex with every shift of weight. The tattoos on his chest and thighs ripple as he arches into the touch, his hole already slick with anticipation. Wilde’s grip tightens on Black’s face, fingers tracing the dark hair back from his forehead as he leans in, tongue pressing deeper. The couch creaks under their weight, the only sound the wet smack of lips and the rasp of breath against skin.