Dylan Roberts dominates with a thick, tattooed arm wrapped tight around the other’s waist while his mouth works the hole with rough precision. The blond’s fingers dig into the smooth, sun-bronzed skin of his ass as he kneels, his own cock already slick with need. They switch positions fast, one on his back, the other straddling him, the sound of wet flesh slapping against wood the only rhythm in the room. The bearded one takes over, his teeth grazing the other’s shoulder as he fucks him deep, the blond’s breath ragged, his grip turning white-knuckled.
