Chris Damned grips Felix Fox’s hips while his tattooed arms flex, pinning the slim man’s ass against the bed as he drives deep with a rough, unrelenting rhythm. Kyle Connors kneels behind, his fingers tracing the sweat-slicked lines of Felix’s back before gripping his cock and stroking in time with the pounding. The air thickens with the sound of skin slapping, the three bodies locked in a relentless, unbroken cycle of thrust and grip.
