Jake Preston leans back in the chair, his dark hair slicked with sweat as Sam Ledger kneels between his thighs, gripping the trophy on the table like a weapon. The bearded man’s fingers dig into Jake’s hips while his mouth works the other’s cock, the chair creaking under the weight of their urgency. No clothes remain by the end, just the, unfiltered push of one man’s dominance over the other’s surrender.
