Bradley Michaels grips Micah Matthews’ hips as he drives into him hard, the tattooed arm wrapped tight around his waist while the blond’s breath hitches between gasps. Micah’s fingers dig into the couch cushion as Bradley’s cock slams deeper, his own hand working his own length with rough, desperate strokes. The air thickens with the sound of skin slapping, the wet slap of lips and the sharp inhale of pleasure, no words needed.
By Suite703
