Gabriel Clark’s beard scrapes against Colby Keller’s jaw as he grips his hips, fingers digging into the smooth muscle of his back, while Dale Cooper watches from behind, his dark hair falling forward as he licks the sweat from Keller’s neck. The three move in tight, desperate circles, mouths locked together, Clark’s hands sliding down to cup Keller’s ass, pulling him flush against the hard length pressing into his thigh. Cooper’s tongue traces the curve of Keller’s shoulder, his own cock already straining against the fabric, unseen but obvious in the way he shifts his weight.
