Nothing like a gay boricua caliente morning. One of them goes straight for the other’s ass, face buried between his cheeks like it’s the only thing on his mind. The sheets are already tangled from the night before.
The bottom holds on and takes it. He’s not quiet either — moaning into the pillow while the top works his tongue deeper. Comes up for air once, grins, and goes right back down. Neither one’s in a rush to get out of bed.
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