D.O. drives into Dean Monroe’s tight hole with rough, relentless thrusts while gripping his hips, his dark hair falling forward as he slams down. Dean gasps around D.O.’s fingers buried deep in his ass, his own mouth working over the other’s cock with tight, desperate suction. The air fills with wet sounds as D.O. pulls back just to slam harder, his knuckles bruising Dean’s flanks.
