Bradley Bishop pins Lincoln Gates beneath him, his thick beard scraping against the dark hair on his chest as he drives into him with rough, unrelenting thrusts. Lincoln’s fingers dig into the sheets while Bradley’s tongue swirls over his hole, the wet sound of his lips pulling tight around flesh mixing with the slap of skin against skin. His cock twitches against Bradley’s chest as the older man’s fingers curl inside him, stretching him open before the first deep, hairy thrust.
