Chip and Justin

Chip Tanner’s dark hair falls across the pillow as Justin Blakely secures a strap around his leg, gripping his hips tight while his tongue traces the other’s throat. Both smooth, muscular bodies press together in a 69, fingers working deep as the tattooed chest glistens with sweat. Justin’s mouth seals over Chip’s hole while his own is swallowed by the other’s grip, the air thick with the wet sounds of rimming and the slow, deliberate pull of a thick cock.