Gio Ryder pins Stone Frio’s hips down with his hands while the dark-haired, tattooed man on his knees works his fingers deep into his hole, the yellow cushion biting into his knees. Stone Frio’s clean-shaven jaw clenches as Gio’s tongue drags up his throat, then his fingers slip inside his ass, rough and relentless. The bearded, muscular man above him doesn’t slow, his grip tightens, his thrusts driving Stone Frio’s breath out in sharp gasps.
