Alexander Greene pins Logan Vaughn down, his hands gripping the couch’s edge as he drives into him hard, the blond’s tight hole clenching around his cock. Logan’s fingers dig into the cushions, his mouth locked onto Greene’s wrist while his tongue traces the sweat beading on his chest. They strip in place, Greene’s shirt hits the floor first, then Logan’s, leaving only the, slick sounds of flesh against flesh as Greene flips him onto his stomach, his breath hot against the curve of his ass.
