Scott Miller’s thick, reddish hair frames a muscular frame as he pins Alex Knight down, his tattooed arms locking around the darker-haired man’s waist while his mouth seals over his hole. The plaid sheets ripple beneath them as Miller’s fingers probe deep, then his strap-clad cock pushes inside with rough, relentless thrusts. Knight’s smooth skin glistens under the pressure, his lips parted as Miller’s tongue swipes up his ass before his teeth close around the tight ring. The strap’s bold colors contrast with the, unbroken force of their bodies moving together.
