Quin Quire’s tattooed, muscular frame pins Jackson Cooper down as his lips crash into his throat, fingers already working the tight hole while the other grips his cock. The bed creaks under their weight as Quin’s thick shaft pushes inside, slow and deep, the two lost in the rough, relentless thrusts that leave no doubt about who’s in charge. Cooper’s hands clutch the sheets as Quin’s tongue swipes over his neck, the air thick with the sounds of wet suction and the slap of flesh against flesh.
