Mitch Vaughn’s beard scrapes against Zeb Atlas’s neck as he pins him down, fingers already working the tight hole while Zeb’s head tilts back, lips parted. The couch groans under their weight as Mitch’s tattooed arms lock around him, pulling Zeb’s ass up for deeper penetration. Zeb’s hands grip the edge, nails digging in as Mitch’s thick fingers stretch him open.
