Axel Rockham grips Presley Scott’s hips, his knuckles white as he guides two fingers deep into the tight, trembling hole while Presley’s mouth seals around his cock, throat working hard. The blond’s chest rises fast, breath ragged, as Axel’s beard scratches his jaw, one hand tangled in his hair, the other still buried inside. They’re both naked now, sweat glistening on Presley’s back as Axel’s fingers curl, teasing the spot that makes him gasp, his cock already slick with need.
