Hungry with lust, Trace reached up and pulled down Davin’s underwear, exposing a thick dick that unfurled before him and heavy balls he tongued and kissed. Starting at the base of Davin’s cock, Trace kneaded the length with his lips. When he’d worked his way to the tip, he licked and toyed with the supple knob, trying to take it into his mouth without repositioning himself. He couldn’t quite get it—he nudged it with his nose and caught it in his lips, but it was slick with his own saliva and slipped free to hang above him, tantalizing and dripping with pre-cum. Trace licked at the salty drops as he thrust into the hot, willing mouth around his own erection.