Chris Rockway’s tattooed arm wraps tight around Dante Ferraro’s waist as he presses his mouth down hard on his throat, fingers digging into the other’s shoulder while Ferraro’s head tilts back, exposing his neck. The dark-haired, muscular Dante kneels between Rockway’s spread legs, taking him deep with a slow, deliberate pull that makes the air catch. Sunlight filters through the trees behind them as Rockway grips the wall, his grip tightening when Ferraro’s tongue traces the underside of his cock.
