Allen King and Cory Kane kneel over Taylor Reign’s body, their dark hair framing the smooth, muscular backs as they grip his hips and drive into him with slow, deliberate thrusts. The water glints off their skin, reflecting the way Allen’s hands dig into Taylor’s thighs while Cory leans forward, his mouth crashing down on his neck. Their movements are precise, the bed creaking under the weight of their rhythm as Taylor’s body arches between them.
