Bob Steel fucks Johnny Polak

Bob Steel grips Johnny Polak’s hips as he drives deep, the bed creaking under their weight while the city skyline blurs behind them. His fingers trace Johnny’s tight hole before steeling his cock inside, slick with spit and his own need. Johnny moans around Bob’s wrist as he takes every inch, his dark hair tangled with sweat and the desperate rhythm of their mouths locked together. The air thickens with the sound of flesh meeting flesh, no other words needed.