Milan Tatoo grips Rob Karota’s hips as he drives into him hard, the strap harness tightening around his waist with every thrust while Karota’s tattooed chest rises with ragged breaths. His fingers dig into the lean muscle of Milan’s back as they switch between deep kisses and slow, deliberate licks down his spine, then back to the wet, gripping heat of Milan’s cock sliding in and out of Karota’s ass. Both men are bare by the end, their caps discarded, the air thick with the sounds of fingers working open tight holes and hands pumping fast against skin.
