Rodney Steele kneels before Ian Levine’s thick thighs, his fingers probing deep while Levine’s weight presses down, the slick sound of flesh meeting flesh. The older man’s gray hair lies flat against his smooth, stocky frame as Steele’s tongue traces the tight ring of his asshole, then pulls back just enough to let Levine’s cock slide home. The bed creaks under their shifting bodies, the rhythm slow.
