Kirk Lafont’s tattooed chest glistens under the light as he pins Nick Cross to the bed, his dark hair falling forward while his fingers work the tighter hole with slick precision. Nick gasps around the cock in his mouth, his own arms flexing as he takes the thick shaft deep, lube dripping from his fingers to coat the asshole before the first rough thrust. The bed creaks under their weight, the turquoise backdrop a blur as Kirk drives into him, his grip tightening on the sheets.
