Nash Lawler pins Robbie Ireland’s wrists to the leather couch while his mouth seals tight around his throat, fingers already probing deep inside. The bearded man’s grip is rough as he guides Lawler’s tongue down Robbie’s spine, then between his cheeks, tracing the tight ring with deliberate pressure. Lawler’s muscles ripple as he flips Robbie onto his back, his own cock already slick with anticipation, waiting for the first hard thrust.
By Suite703
