Kennedy Carter grips Stephen Forest’s hips while his tattooed arms coil around his waist, fingers probing deep as Forest moans into the kiss, his muscles flexing against the sheets. The bed dips under their weight as Carter’s mouth seals over Forest’s cock, tongue swirling before pulling back to tease the thick head. His knuckles brush Forest’s ass, tracing the inked lines as he works his fingers inside, curling just right to match the slow, deliberate suck. Forest’s grip tightens on Carter’s shoulders, his breath ragged as the first pulses of cum hit the back of his throat.
