Devon Felix, the tattooed one with dark hair and a muscular build, grips a book while lying on the bed, his hand moving fast over his cock. Derek Reed leans in, his lips locked tight around Devon’s as he strokes himself hard, the two lost in the rough, unhurried rhythm of their hands. The bed creaks under their weight, the only sound the wet slap of skin against skin and the deep, uneven breaths of a fuck that starts slow and doesn’t stop.
