Aj Sylvester’s muscular frame pins Shane Jacobs down, his grip tight as he drives into him with rough, unrelenting thrusts while the purple cloth snags between their bodies. Shane’s dark hair is slick with sweat as Aj’s fingers dig into his hips, his mouth locked around his cock in deep, wet pulls. The bed creaks under their weight, the only sound the wet slap of flesh and the sharp inhale of Shane’s breath when Aj’s tongue swipes up his asshole.
