Jack Andy’s tattooed arms coil around Riley Mitchel’s hips as he drives into him hard, the patterned bedding creaking under their weight. Riley grips the sheets, his dark hair tangled with sweat, while Jack’s fingers dig into his waist, one hand still wrapped tight around his cock as he sucks him off. The air thickens with the wet sounds of lips and tongue before Jack flips him, fingers already probing deep inside.
