Jordan Faris pins Jason Bacall’s hips down while his beard-roughened fingers work the tight ring of his hole, the blond’s knuckles slick with spit as he teases the entrance open. The dark-haired man kneeling behind him sucks the puckered flesh into his mouth, his chest hair pressing against the curve of Bacall’s ass as Faris drives into him with slow, deliberate thrusts, the sound of flesh slapping wetly filling the air. Bacall’s hands grip the sheets, his breath ragged as Faris’ cock stretches him open, each push deeper than the last.
