Reece Bentley pins Jonny Castle to the ground, his beard-roughened jaw locked over the blond’s throat while fingers dig into his hips, then slips inside, wet, greedy. The striped backdrop blurs as Jonny’s knees hit the floor, his mouth opening around Reece’s cock with a tight, deliberate pull, while a gloved hand traces the curve of his ass before pressing deeper. They strip in the same breath, leaving nothing but skin and the sound of teeth on skin, then Reece’s cock slides home with a slow, deliberate thrust that makes Jonny’s back arch.
