Cody Cummings lies back on the bed, his tattoos tracing the lines of his smooth, muscular chest as Jay Cloud kneels between his thighs, his dark hair framing the focused grip of his mouth. The fingers of one hand dig into Cody’s hip while the other guides his cock, the wet suction pulling hard as Jay’s tongue works the underside. Cody’s grip tightens on the sheets, his breath sharp with the slow, deliberate strokes of Jay’s lips and teeth. The other man’s cock swells in his fist, the first thick pulses already spilling over his knuckles.
