With expert moves, Matt took Vic’s length into him completely, his tongue twirling down his shaft as if he were licking a lollipop. When he reached a comfortable spot, his lips and cheeks and tongue began to work at Vic’s c**k, massaging and gumming and kissing it toward release. Vic’s cockhead rubbed along the roof of Matt’s mouth as Vic thrust into his lover. “Yes,” he moaned, hands fisting in Matt’s black curls. His knees felt weak and he bent over his lover as he f****d into Matt. “Yes, yes.”
Then one soapy finger breeched his ass, burning through him like a wildfire. Vic pushed back onto that finger, felt the soap tingle deep within him, felt his lover’s fingertip tickling up into him, wiggling farther in, until it bumped his prostate and, like a match set to gasoline, ignited an org
