Markie More pins J Howling down by his shoulders while the other man’s tattooed fingers dig deep into his side, tracing the lines of his ribs as he leans in to lick the salt from his chest. The bed creaks under their weight as one kneels behind him, fingers hooked into his asshole while the other’s mouth works his throat, pulling until his head jerks back. Pillows press into his spine as they take turns, one kneeling over him, the other’s hands gripping his hips, fingers sliding between his cheeks before returning to his hole.
