Dylan Maguire’s dark hair brushes the couch as he kneels, fingers working Steve Russell’s tight hole while the bearded one grips his hips, no hesitation, just the rough pull of a cock pressed against his ass. Steve’s mouth seals around Dylan’s thick shaft, teeth scraping the underside as his own fingers dig into the couch cushions, holding on for the deep thrusts that follow. The air thickens with the wet slap of lips and the groan that cuts off when Dylan’s palm slams against Steve’s back, driving him forward.
