Johnny Forza grips Blake Bennet’s hips, his fingers digging into the smooth, taut skin as Blake straddles him on the red cushions, the couch creaking under their weight. Forza’s tongue traces the tight ring of Blake’s asshole while his cock throbs against the couch, waiting for the first thrust. Blake leans forward, his lips sealing over Forza’s shaft as fingers work between his legs, pulling him open before the first deep, rough fuck. The air hums with the wet sounds of lips, the slap of flesh, and the desperate gasps of a man being taken hard from behind.
