Jeremy Spreadums pins Pierce Paris down, his grip tight on the other’s hips as he drives into him hard on the couch. Pierce’s dark hair falls forward while Jeremy’s fingers dig into his waist, pulling him deeper with every thrust. His mouth seals over Pierce’s neck, teeth grazing the skin as his tongue traces the pulse beneath. Jeremy’s cock slams home, each stroke wet and rough, while Pierce’s fingers work his own hole, slick and ready. The air fills with the sound of flesh meeting flesh, their bodies locked in a relentless rhythm.
