Jeremy Spreadums kneels behind Jordan Levine, his tattooed arms gripping the muscular back while he drives deep into the tight hole with slow, deliberate thrusts. Jordan’s dark hair falls forward as he braces himself on the bed, his breath hitching with every hard pull. Spreadums’ clean-shaven jaw tightens, his fingers digging into the hips that jerk against him, the suction of his mouth locked around the thick cock before him. The air thickens with the wet sounds of lips and flesh, each movement pulling a sharp gasp from the one bent over the sheets.
