Bruno Cox grips Jacob Wolf’s hips as he drives deep, the blond’s knuckles white against the dark hair slick with sweat, while Wolf’s fingers trace the crease of his asshole before pulling back to lick his own fingers clean. The bearded one kneels behind him, his muscular back arched as Cox’s cock slides in and out, the bed creaking under their weight. Wolf turns his head just enough to let Cox’s tongue brush his lips, then moans around the thick shaft as fingers push inside him. The only thing that matters is how hard they take each other.
