Carter Nash grips Rob Ryder’s hips, his fingers digging into the smooth muscle of his back as he drives into him from behind, the couch creaking under their weight. Ryder arches, his ass tight against Nash’s thrusts, lips parted in a breathless groan as the blond’s cock slams home. One hand clutches the couch cushion while the other reaches back, fingers tracing the sweat glistening on Nash’s chest.
