Ray Diesel grips Andrew Connor’s hips while he’s bent over the bed, his bearded jaw tight as he drives into him hard, the muscles in his back straining. Connor’s fingers dig into the sheets, his hole stretched wide as Diesel’s cock slams home, the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh sharp and unfiltered. Before that, Diesel’s mouth was on Connor’s cock, his beard rough against skin, while Connor’s slim fingers worked his own ass open, slick with lube. The bed creaks under their weight, the only sound the wet slap of skin and the ragged breath of a man being taken deep.
