Charlie and Chris Taylor kneel on the bed, one’s dark hair framing a mouth that grips the other’s cock with tight, deliberate strokes while fingers probe the waiting hole below. The muscular one above presses down, his weight pinning Chris’s hips as the thick shaft drives in hard, each thrust pulling a choked gasp from the one being fucked. The air thickens with the sound of flesh slapping skin and the wet, rhythmic pace of a cock buried deep.
