Evan Stone’s fingers stretch Jacobey London’s hole open while his own cock glistens with spit, the watch on his wrist catching the light as he grips the other man’s thighs. Jacobey’s lips part around Evan’s fingers, his slim frame arched into the pressure, the purple sheets tangled beneath them. Evan’s knuckles press deep, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he works Jacobey’s ass, his own mouth still wet from the taste of him.
