Nathan Henrik grips Ken Taylor’s hips as he slams into him, the leather harness digging into his thighs while Ken’s bald head bobs between his legs, taking him deep. His fingers dig into Ken’s ass, stretching him open before Henrik’s cock finally buries itself inside, the tiled wall behind them cold against their sweat-slicked skin. Ken moans around Henrik’s cock as it fills him, his hands gripping the harness tighter, the rough texture contrasting with the slick heat of their bodies.
