Corey Law and John Decker

Corey Law’s thick, tattooed arms pin John Decker down as his beard scrapes against the table, fingers already slick with lube as they stretch his hole open. The older man’s muscular grip tightens around his waist while his tongue traces the rim of Decker’s asshole, then slips inside with deliberate pressure. When Law finally drives into him, the force of each thrust makes Decker’s body arch, his fingers clawing at the table as the younger man takes every inch.