Social Pressure, Part 2 - Paul Canon

Draven Navarro kneels over Calvin Banks in the backseat, his beard pressed against Banks’ asshole as he rims without hesitation, while Banks lies sprawled with his arms pinned behind his head. The tattooed one’s fingers dig into the hairy chest beneath him, holding still as Navarro’s tongue slips inside, the car’s dim light catching the sweat on their skin. Banks grips the seatback, his hole already slick from the pressure, as Navarro’s grip tightens, no condom, no hesitation.