David Harr and Nick Gill

David Harr’s lean, clean-shaven frame dominates as he grips Nick Gill’s hips and drives into him hard, the foil beneath them catching every thrust. Nick’s dark hair falls forward as Harr’s fingers dig into his waist, his mouth locked around Harr’s cock while his own hand works him off. Close-ups show the raw, unprotected heat of it, bareback, no barriers, each pull of his lips and every stroke of Harr’s cock against his throat. The bed creaks under them, the foil rippling with sweat as they move together.