Devin Adams grips Chad Carlisle’s hips, his dark hair framing a muscular chest as he slams into him with rough, deep thrusts, while Chad’s fingers dig into the sheets. Pillows prop him up, his hole stretched open as Devin’s cock pounds relentlessly, the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh cutting through the air. Before that, their mouths crashed together, tongues tangled, while Devin’s hands traced the smooth lines of Chad’s ribs, then slipped lower to tease his entrance.
