Nils Tatum pins Ashton Montana down on a wooden bench, his hands gripping the other man’s hips while he drives in deep, the muscles of his back straining as he slams into him. Ashton’s mouth wraps around Nils’s cock, taking him all the way to the root before pulling back with a wet pop, his throat working as Nils fucks his face. The bench creaks under them, the rough wood biting into their skin as Nils’s grip tightens, his breath ragged with every thrust.
