Devon Westfall’s thick arms coil around Tyler Bolt’s waist as he drives deep, his broad chest pressed against the smaller man’s back while Tyler grips the sheets, fingers already buried inside him. The blond’s tight hole clenches around Devon’s cock with every thrust, his breath ragged as Devon’s bearded jaw scrapes his shoulder. A pillow cradles Tyler’s head, muffling his moans as Devon’s grip tightens, his own knuckles whitening where they dig into the sheets.
