How i fucked your father, part 2

Ethan Ayers dominates Ethan Chase with a grip that leaves no doubt, his beard rough against Chase’s clean-shaven jaw as he pins him to the car seat. Chase’s fingers dig into the leather, his hole already slick from Ayers’ tongue, the tattooed arm flexing as he works him open with rough precision. The cap stays on Ayers’ head only when he needs it, now it’s off, his knuckles dark with ink as he slams into Chase, the car’s interior shaking with every thrust.