Adam Dacre grips Fabio Lopez’s hips as he drives into him with the harness tight around his waist, the door behind them barely visible through the blue backdrop. Fabio’s tattooed arms brace against the window frame while Adam’s fingers dig into his thighs, his cock already slick with precome. They move together, hard, wet thrusts as Dacre’s mouth seals over Fabio’s neck, his tongue tracing the pulse before pulling back just long enough to suck his fingers clean. The window lets in no light, but the sound of flesh slapping skin fills the space.
