Shane Jacobs grips Zach Riley’s hips as he kneels, his tattooed arms flexing over the man’s waist while his mouth seals around his cock. Zach’s dark hair falls forward as he leans back, fingers digging into the couch cushion while Jacobs works his tongue deep. The air hums with the wet sound of suction, his grip tightening as he pulls back just to drive in harder.
