JJ Knight’s blond, smooth, muscular frame presses against the wall, his blue strap glinting as he grips the edge, while Felix Fox’s tattooed body looms behind him, one hand wrapped tight around his cock, the other guiding it into his asshole with rough, unhurried precision. The angle of his head down, the way his hole stretches open, makes it clear he’s not just taking it, he’s hung on it, every thrust driving deeper with a slow, deliberate weight.
