Garter Michaels kneels in the backseat of a car, his tattooed arms flexing as Brent grips his hips and drives into him hard, the rearview mirror fogging from their breath. One fingers his hole while the other sucks his cock, the dark-haired, muscular man above him gripping the seat for leverage as he takes every deep thrust. The rear seat creaks under them as they strip off clothes, leaving only sweat and the wet sounds of fucking.
