The tattooed, broad-shouldered man presses his back into the wall, fingers flexing as he grips a thick cock, his own or another’s, with a grip that suggests no hesitation. His dark hair falls forward, obscuring half his face, while the visible ink on his arm shifts under the angle of his arm, muscles straining against the strain. The cock in his hand is long, the veins standing out, and his grip doesn’t let go, not even as the other man’s weight shifts behind him, the tip already wet.
