Chris Tyler’s dark hair brushes the sheets as he grips Boston Miles’ hips, fingers already working the tight hole while the blond’s mouth takes his cock deep. The strap around Tyler’s waist tightens with each thrust, pulling Miles closer as he licks and sucks with rough, hungry precision. The bed creaks under their weight, the only sound the wet slap of skin and the sharp inhale of air when Tyler’s fingers push past the first ring.
