Adam Archuleta grips Pip Caulfield’s hips, his dark hair framing a muscular back as he drives into him from behind, the bed’s green foliage backdrop barely visible through the angle. Pip’s fingers dig into the sheets while Archuleta’s mouth seals over his ass, tongue tracing the tight ring before his cock slams home again. A pillow props him open, exposing the hole to Archuleta’s relentless thrusts, each one deeper than the last.
