Donny Wright’s dark hair frames a broad, muscular chest as he leans forward, his grip tightening around Travis James’ waist while the other man’s hole glistens with slick anticipation. Travis kneels between his legs, fingers tracing the ridges of Donny’s cock before taking it deep into his throat, the wet sound cutting through the air. Their bodies move in sharp, deliberate thrusts, the angle of Donny’s hips driving every inch home.
