Valentino Porto and Alex Marte are walking through the city streets arm in arm, smiling and stopping here and there to kiss. Alex is a head taller, barrel-chested, bearded, hairy and inked.

Valentino Porto is his opposite: slimmer, smooth and clean-shaven down to his pubes. If you’re thinking daddy-boy, you’re right. But Valentino Porto brings something extra to the relationship: a tongue so talented, he should give lessons. Whether tracing Alex’s lips, flicking a nipple, or wrapping around Alex’s cock like a flag around a pole, Valentino’s tongue will make you pant.

Alex uses his tongue, too, but for a more business-like probing of Valentino’s hole. There’s no word for the strangled, gurgling sound Alex makes when his tongue is buried in Valentino’s hole and Valentino’s buns are clamped around his face. With Valentino’s bubble buns primed for cock, the fucking commences, on a sunny balcony.

Daddy takes every opportunity to show his boy how much he likes him, rubbing his back and stroking his neck as Valentino squirms in delight and sucks daddy’s fingers, putting his magical tongue to yet another use.

Its final job is to lap up the thick spooge that Alex leaves plastered all over his face.