Damien Crosse bends low over Logan McCree’s back, his tattoos stretching taut as he grips Logan’s hips and drives his fingers deep inside. Logan’s hole clenches around the intrusion while his mouth seals tight around Damien’s cock, the suction sharp and relentless. The dark hair on both men’s arms and backs frames the, unfiltered act, no barriers, just the rough press of skin and the wet, hungry sounds of taking each other.
