Johnny B and Evan Landers

Johnny B pins Evan Landers down with his weight, his dark hair framing a face pressed into the sheets as he works his tongue into Evan’s mouth. Evan’s smooth, muscular body arches under him, his hole already slick as Johnny B’s fingers stretch him open before the first rough thrust. The bed creaks as Johnny B drives into him, his grip tight on Evan’s hips, the only sound the wet slap of skin meeting skin.