The moans we hear are coming from Chase Young. He's on an abandoned bed in a dim basement, on his hands and knees. His upraised buns are the brightest thing in the room, and they are being kneaded and spread by Michael Phoenix, whose tongue is buried deep. Michael is a guy you might cross the street to avoid. He's got a tough guy strip of hair, he's heavily tattooed and there's enough metal in his face to deflect a compass. He's the polar opposite of smooth, pale and cute Chase, who looks like he sings in a boys' choir -- except for the chorus of 'fuck, yeah,' and 'eat that ass' coming from his lips. When he's had his fill, Michael lies on his back for Chase to give his hairy body a tongue bath. Chase takes time to lick the soles of Michael's feet and suck every toe. Michael lies stroking his cock. When he reaches the point of no return, he jumps up and shoots a hot, wet load into Chase's face, then licks it off.
