Dylan Roberts grips Andrew Jakk’s hips as he slams into him from behind, the bench groaning under their weight while Jakk’s fingers dig into the wood. Roberts’ dark hair sweeps over his shoulders as he leans down to lick the sweat from Jakk’s neck, then pulls his mouth onto his cock. Jakk turns his head just enough to let Roberts rim his hole before Roberts lines up and drives deep, his balls slapping against him.
