Kyle Wilkinson pins Jan Cores down on the couch, his dark hair framing a body built for gripping as he drives into him with rough, unrelenting strokes. Jan’s smooth, muscular frame arches beneath him, his hole stretched wide as Kyle’s fingers dig in, preparing the way. The blond’s lips seal around Jan’s cock, taking him deep while his own thick shaft presses against the couch, slick with need. Their hands move fast, one guiding, one gripping, until Jan’s breath hitches and Kyle’s thrusts turn desperate.
