Clay Towers grips Johnny Donovan’s hips while he kneels, his tattooed arms flexing as he fingers the other’s hole with steady precision. Donovan’s mouth wraps tight around Clay’s cock, swallowing deep as the sitting man’s grip tightens, his dark hair falling forward. The bed creaks under their weight as fingers work relentently, the air thick with the sound of wet suction and breathless moans.
By Suite703
