Curtis McCoy’s muscular frame pins Travis James to the bed, his grip tight around the strap as Travis kneels between his thighs, tongue tracing the crack before diving deep. The dark-haired top drives into him hard, fingers working his hole while the other’s lips seal around his cock, swallowing every thrust. Curtis’s weight presses down, his own cock slick with spit as Travis takes him to the back of his throat. The strap bites into his wrist, holding him still as the fucking turns rougher, each drive sending Travis’s fingers deeper into Curtis’s ass.
