James Bennett’s beard scrapes Justin Tiempo’s throat as he grips his jaw, fingers already probing deep while the other sucks hard enough to make his head bob. The dark-haired one on top drives in slow, thick strokes, his knuckles white on the couch as Justin’s back arches, gripping the sheets. What starts with a kiss ends with Bennett’s cock buried to the hilt, his breath ragged against the other’s ear.
