Jack Pierson grips Shane Lewis’s hips while he’s bent over, his fingers digging into the lean muscle as he slams into him from behind. Shane’s head drops forward, mouth open, as Pierson’s tongue traces the tight ring before his cock buries deep inside. The blond’s hands grip the edge of a surface, knuckles white, while Pierson’s other hand wraps around his own shaft, stroking in time with the rough thrusts. When Shane turns, Pierson’s lips seal over his throat, fingers already working inside him, pulling back just enough to watch the way his ass clenches around the intrusion.
