Micah Andrews and Nate Kennedy

Micah Andrews grips the car hood while Nate Kennedy kneels, his lean frame pressed against the cold metal as he works the asshole of the tattooed mechanic with rough, deliberate fingers. The uniform-clad man stands rigid, his thick cock already slick with precome as Nate takes him deep, his own dark hair falling forward to obscure the view. When they move inside, the couch creaks under Micah’s weight as he drives into Nate’s tight hole, the lean man’s breath ragged with the effort of holding on. The tattoos on his back ripple with every thrust, the only sound the wet slap of flesh against flesh.