Jack Bennet’s hands grip Steven Ponce’s hips as he drives into him hard on the couch, while Ponce’s fingers dig into the cushions, his breath ragged. Bennet’s dark hair falls forward as he leans down to lick the sweat from Ponce’s neck, then pulls back to suck his cock deep, teeth scraping the shaft. Ponce arches beneath him, his hole clenching around Bennet’s thick length as fingers probe his tight entrance. The couch creaks under their weight, the only sound the wet slap of flesh meeting flesh.
By Suite703
