Richard Lennox and Jeff Drizzle

Richard Lennox holds Jeff Drizzle’s wrists pinned to the couch armrests while he licks his asshole, his gray hair framing a face that doesn’t flinch as the other man’s tongue presses deep. The slim, tattooed man beneath gasps when Lennox’s fingers stretch him open, then whimpers louder when the suit-clad dominant grips his cock and jerks him off hard enough to make his body twitch. The restraints dig into his skin as Lennox finally sinks into him, his weight pressing Jeff down into the couch cushions until he’s nothing but a trembling, exposed hole.