Calvin Banks grips Troy Accola’s hips hard as he drives into him from behind, the grass damp beneath their bare chests while Troy’s fingers dig into the earth. The blond’s smooth, lean body bends forward, his dark hair falling over his face as Banks’ rhythm turns rougher, each thrust pulling a sharp gasp from Troy’s mouth. Their skin sticks together with sweat, the only sound the wet slap of flesh against flesh and Troy’s breath ragged between moans.
