Duncan Tyler’s smooth, muscular frame pins Trent Jackson down as his fingers probe the tight hole, the blue blanket pooling around them. Trent grips the sheets, his ass raised for Duncan’s cock, which slides in hard and deep with every thrust. Their mouths crash together as Duncan’s tongue matches the rhythm of his hips, fingers still teasing the sensitive ring. Trent rides him back, his body locked in the grip of pleasure, each movement pulling another groan from Duncan’s throat.
