Calvin Haen pins Spencer Stone to the couch, his grip tight around the smaller man’s waist as he drives into him with rough, unrelenting strokes. The blond’s fingers dig into the dark-haired man’s thighs while his mouth seals over Spencer’s, swallowing his gasps as he works his tongue deep. When Calvin pulls back, his cock glistens with wet heat, leaving Spencer’s hole slick and stretched as he kneels there, breathless and waiting.
