Stanley James grips Sean Taylor’s hips, his shaved head close enough to feel the stubble on Taylor’s stocky chest as he slams into him from behind, the yellow pillows biting into their thighs. Taylor’s tattoos stretch taut over his back while Stanley’s fingers dig into his ass, pulling him back for every rough thrust, his mouth locked onto Taylor’s neck as he sucks hard enough to leave marks. The couch creaks under them, the angle deep enough that Stanley’s cock hits Taylor’s throat with every drive, his breath ragged against the other man’s ear.
