Hoodies

Alessio Romero’s striped hoodie could pass for inmate wear. That edge is what pulls Shane Frost in. Shane usually looks preppy, but right now he’s got a thick beard and a ready scowl. They snatch each other’s hoodies and crash their mouths together. Shane’s cock tents his jeans like a hammer handle. Alessio grabs the whole package and jams it into his mouth. Shane doesn’t wait long to return the favor; Alessio tells him to go all the way down, and Shane does until spit foams at his lips and snot runs down his nose. Light-headed, he gets bent over the table. Alessio spreads him open and drives his tongue deep, then stands up and slams in. He pounds until his load is painted across Shane’s balls.