Dave Cargo pins Alan Carly down, his dark hair slicked back as he grips the other man’s hips and drives in hard, the slick sound of lube cutting through the air. Alan’s smooth, muscular body arches beneath him, lips parted as Cargo’s fingers work his hole before the thick, relentless thrusts begin. The blond’s ass clenches around the intrusion, his mouth still wet from Cargo’s cock as he sucks it deep, tongue swirling before the first deep, wet stroke.
