Cooper Dang grips Jordan Levine’s hips, his tattooed arms flexing as he drives deep into the tight hole, the outdoor light cutting through the window behind them. Jordan’s dark hair sweats against the glass, his muscles straining as Cooper’s weight pins him down, shorts riding up to expose the stretch of his ass. The air hums with the wet sound of thrusts, each one pulling a sharp gasp from Levine’s mouth.
