Ryan Rose grips the porch railing as Adam Wirthmore kneels behind him, his tongue already tracing the tight ring of Ryan’s asshole before two fingers breach the heat. The dark-haired, muscular man arches into the pressure, his hole already slick with anticipation, while Wirthmore’s grip on his hips guides him forward, then pulls back just enough to tease before the first slow, deliberate thrust drives home.
