Devin Adams pins Dennis Slade down with his weight, his dark hair falling forward as he grips the other’s hips and drives deep. Dennis takes it, his smooth, muscular body arched under the relentless thrusts, while Devin’s fingers dig into the sheets. Before that, his mouth was on Dennis’s cock, pulling hard until the other’s breath hitched, then his tongue traced the tight ring of his asshole. Now the bed creaks with every hard, wet stroke.
