Cutler X grips Adam Russo’s hips, his dark skin contrasting with the tight, flexed muscles of the man bent over the bed, while his own shaved head glistens with sweat as he drives into him hard. Russo’s ass clenches around the thick cock pounding deeper, his fingers digging into the sheets as Cutler’s breath comes in sharp, controlled bursts. The only sound is the wet slap of flesh meeting flesh, the rhythm unrelenting as Cutler’s grip tightens, his own cock jutting out, already slick with pre-cum.
