Ray Diesel fucks Danny Blue

Ray Diesel grips Danny Blue’s hips as he drives deep, his tattooed chest heaving with each brutal thrust while the other watches, bearded jaw clenched. The bed creaks under them, the only sound but the wet slap of skin and the sign, Danny’s, held aloft between them, marking who’s on top. Danny’s dark hair sweats against the sheets as Ray’s grip tightens, fingers digging into his waist like he’s holding on for the last ride.