Xavier Sibley’s tattooed hands grip Kamyk Walker’s hips as he drives deep inside him, the red lace of his underwear peeking from beneath the couch. Walker moans around Sibley’s cock, his fingers tangled in the dark hair at his nape while his own hand works the thick shaft between them. The couch cushions dip as Sibley pulls back, only to slam forward again, his breath ragged against Walker’s lips.
