Sam Angel and Damien Dyson

Sam Angel’s fingers trace Damien Dyson’s tight hole while his own cock throbs against the sheets, slick with spit and the weight of his own need, bareback, no barrier between them. Dyson arches beneath him, lips locked in a deep kiss as Angel’s tongue slips past his teeth, fingers working in slow, deliberate circles. The blond’s glasses slip as he grips the pillow, his breath ragged, while Dyson’s smooth, pale skin glistens under the light, his ass clenching around Angel’s probing fingers before yielding to the thick, relentless thrust.