Max Konnor grips Skyy Knox’s hips as he slams into him from behind, the car’s hood digging into his stomach while Knox’s dark hair sways with each rough thrust. His tattooed chest presses against the metal as Konnor’s fingers dig into his waist, holding him steady for the deep, unrelenting fuck. The outdoor light catches the sweat glistening on Knox’s smooth skin, his lips parted as Konnor’s mouth crashes down, teeth grazing his neck before pulling back to suck hard on his throat.
