Alexander Greene fucks Ryan Connors

Alexander Greene stands over Ryan Connors, gripping his hips as he drives deep, while the other sucks the sweat from his neck with slow, deliberate strokes. Ryan’s fingers probe his asshole, fingers slick with spit, as Greene’s beard brushes his skin, each drag of the cigarette between them a sharp contrast to the wet, grinding rhythm. The ashtray sits empty, but the smoke lingers in the air as Greene’s chest presses against Connors’ back, his breath hot against the curve of his neck.