Scottie McWilliams grips Austin Everett’s hips, his fingers digging into the smooth muscle while the shorter man with light brown hair arches into the thrusts, his hole stretched tight around the thick cock. The bearded one leans back on the couch, green bag still clutched in his lap, watching as Scottie’s balls slap against him with every deep plunge. The air hums with the wet sound of flesh meeting flesh, no words needed.
