Johnny Forza and Zane kneel on the couch, one gripping the other’s hips while his tongue swipes deep into his asshole. Zane’s fingers stretch the tight ring as Forza’s cock presses in, the blunt head parting the flesh before a slow, relentless thrust. The air hums with the wet slap of skin, the way Zane’s body arches to meet every drive, his breath ragged as Forza’s grip tightens.
