Tommy Steele dominates Jasper Rhodes with a tattooed, muscular frame, his shaved head leaning in for rough, open-mouthed kisses while his fingers dig into Rhodes’ hips. Rhodes lies spread beneath him, his red hair framing a body that takes the strap-on hard, the weight of Steele’s grip pinning him down as tongues lash and fingers probe. The air thickens with the wet sounds of sucking and the slow, deliberate thrusts that stretch Rhodes open.
