Andrew groaned, the soft, wet suction around his cock making his eyes close briefly before he forced them open. He couldn't waste a moment like this. Couldn't take his eyes off of the naughty scene before him.
The Christmas tree was lit, a few of the softer lights on to help them see each other, but that was it. The sounds of moans and mechanical whirling filled the air. It was a dangerous combination, and Andrew felt his gaze slide to the windows, before they slid back to the man below him.
Maxwell, on all fours, taking the fake cock into his ass like a champ as he sucked Andrew's cock like a damn pro. He was a moaning, wet mess. The sound of the machine going in and out of his ass was like a damn siren in the room, along with the sounds of Maxwell's moans muffled by the cock in his mouth.
Andrew's cock in his mouth.
