Lance Hart, the broad-shouldered one with the dark, slicked-back hair, pins Brayden Wolf beneath him while his fingers probe deep into the other’s tight hole. Brayden lies still, his thick arms flexing as Lance’s mouth seals over his cock, swallowing hard before pulling back to lick the precome from the tip. The bed creaks under their weight as Lance shifts, his cock sliding into Brayden’s ass with a wet, deliberate thrust, the dark-haired one’s breath hitching with every stroke.
