Chris Porter’s tattooed arms grip Patrick Kennedy’s hips as he shoves deep, the water sloshing around their thighs while Patrick’s head stays just above the surface, his mouth open in a silent gasp. The blond’s fingers dig into Patrick’s ass, pulling him back as Porter’s thick cock pounds relentlessly, the intricate swirls of his back tattoo catching the light when he leans forward. Patrick’s hands brace against the tub’s edge, his breath ragged as Porter’s lips crash down, teeth grazing his neck before he pulls back to lick the salt from his skin.
