Jackson Cooper drives deep into Austin Carter’s ass with a rough, relentless thrust, his own grip tightening on the other man’s hips as they stand in the sunlit chaos of a painted backdrop. Austin Carter’s hands dig into Cooper’s shoulders, his breath ragged as the first wet, heavy pulse of his cock hits the back of his throat. The air hums with the sound of flesh slapping, the heat of their bodies pressed together, and the sharp, unfiltered need of it all.
