Casper Ivarsson’s thick arms pin Edwin Sykes down as his mouth seals over the other’s throat, fingers already probing deep inside. The plaid sheets ripple under them as Edwin arches, his muscles straining against the restraints that keep him still. Ivarsson’s grip tightens, his weight pressing Edwin into the mattress while his tongue swipes along the slit before pulling back to tease. The moment his cock slides home, Edwin’s breath hitches, hard, deep thrusts follow, each one dragging a sharp gasp from his lips.
