Lina Jones Gets The Anal Treatment

Tenerife's still warm as fuck even in winter, but when those Atlantic winds start kicking up we all pack it in. Locals duck under rooftops looking for something to occupy hands or dicks. That's exactly how Marcus ended up on his knees between Miguel's spread legs. The restaurant owner's place stays air-conditioned but right now the AC wasn't what had his cock throbbing - it was watching Marcus's head bob on him like he'd been practicing this the whole tourist season. Marcus slurped loudly, spit running down his chin, while Miguel's thick fingers grabbed that tousled blond hair tighter. Neither gave a damn about patio chairs rattling outside against the wind gusts. Marcus's tongue worked the head then sank down until his nose pressed Miguel's groin, taking every inch like some champion cocksucker at the base of a good nine. Hands braced on Miguel's spread thighs for leverage as that fat pole disappeared down his throat again and again. Miguel groaned with crude appreciation, hips bucking to push deeper with each hot, wet suction. Pre-cum mixed with drool dripped in shiny ropes while the older man's feet stayed planted wide, shoes scraping the tiles. Every time Marcus pulled up for air he licked his swollen lips and smirked right at Miguel, eyes dark with that little-conquest grin. Then he dove back down without mercy until Miguel cursed and finally unloaded down his greedy throat.