John Magnum grips Casey Jacks’ hips from behind, his tattooed arms flexing as he drives into him with rough, unrelenting thrusts while Jacks moans into the pillow. The bald, bearded man’s fingers dig into Jacks’ waist as he sucks his neck, teeth grazing the skin before pulling back to lick the sweat from his shoulder. Fingers slide between Jacks’ thighs, slick with need, as Magnum’s grip tightens, each movement deliberate and possessive.
