River Fiasco, Kamrun and RJ Danvers

River Fiasco grips RJ Danvers’ hips as he drives into him hard, the uniform’s stiff fabric scraping against skin, while the other man’s tongue works deep into his throat. Danvers moans around Fiasco’s cock, his fingers already buried in his asshole, stretching him open before the real thrusts begin. The night air hums with the sound of their breath and the wet slap of flesh, no barriers between them.