Corey Jakobs and Mark Hammer

Corey Jakobs and Mark Hammer dominate with, unfiltered force, one sprawled on the couch, muscles straining as the other pins him down, fingers digging into his shoulders while the first’s breath hitches between clenched teeth. The blond’s grip tightens around the arm of the bearded man, whose ass clenches against the leather as the first slams into him, each thrust driving them both toward the edge.