Kayden Gray pins Dmitry Osten beneath him, his grip tightening around the other’s hips as he drives into him with relentless force. The bearded man arches into each thrust, his fingers digging into the sheets while Kayden’s breath comes sharp and controlled, his muscles straining with every deep, wet plunge. A tongue traces the sweat-slicked skin of his throat before pulling back to suck hard, the sound of flesh meeting flesh cutting through the only noise. When Dmitry’s hands finally grip the sheets in surrender, Kayden doesn’t stop, just shifts his weight, fingers probing deeper as the bed creaks under their weight.
More galleries
