Trent Summers fucks Amone Bane

Trent Summers grips Amone Bane’s hips, his tattooed forearms flexing as he slams into him from behind on the medical table, the rhythmic thud of flesh meeting flesh. Amone’s fingers dig into the sheets while Trent’s mouth seals over his neck, teeth grazing the pulse point as he fingers his hole open. The bed creaks beneath them, but the real noise comes from Trent’s guttural groan every time he bottoms out, his cock buried deep. When he pulls back, Amone’s ass clenches around nothing, lips already parted for the next thrust.