Peter Tater and Mirco Hot stumble into the steamy bathroom, ink dripping with water, cocks already rock-hard. Under the shower they drop to their knees, sucking each other sloppy, water pouring over tatted chests while they gag and slurp. Throats full, balls soaked. They move to the tub, legs spread wide, stroking each other’s thick dicks fast and nasty. Mirco twists his fist around Peter’s swollen head, spitting on it till Peter arches, grunts loud, and blasts thick ropes of cum all over his belly and the water. Hot jizz swirls away while they grin like filthy fuckbuddies.
