Brick Morewood’s tattooed, muscular frame dominates as he pins Petr Oteo’s broad, clean-shaven chest to the bed, his lips sealing over the other’s mouth in a rough, open-mouthed kiss. Petr’s fingers dig into Brick’s shoulders while his own slide between Brick’s thighs, tracing the crack of his ass before pressing inside, his knuckles slick with spit. Brick turns, gripping Petr’s hips and shoving him onto his stomach, his cock already thick and flushed as he lines himself up, Petr’s hole gaping, ready, as Brick slams forward without hesitation. The bed creaks under their weight, the sound swallowed by the wet, rhythmic thrusts that follow.
