Stefan Taylor pins Clayton Archer down, his tattooed arms locking around the other’s waist as he drives into him hard on the couch. Clayton arches beneath him, his hole stretched wide as Stefan’s fingers dig in, then his cock follows, slamming deep with every thrust. The dark-haired, muscular top doesn’t slow, his grip tightens, his breath ragged, while Clayton moans around the cock already deep in his throat, choking on the weight.
