The bedroom was smell forest, the wooden floor creaking under shifting weight as he leaned in, his broad shoulders flexing. Blonde stubble glinted in the dim light, his blue eyes locked on the camera—daring, hungry.
The thick cock in front of him glistened, olive-toned and heavy with precum. He licked a slow stripe up the underside, savoring the salt-bitter tang, before taking the head between his lips. A groan rumbled in his chest as his tongue swirled, coaxing out another sticky bead. He hollowed his cheeks, sinking deeper, one hand gripping the base while the other palmed his own straining erection through his jeans.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he muttered, pulling off just long enough to let saliva string between his lips and the cock before diving back down.
