Ezra Michaels Fucks Cameron Parks

Ezra Michaels grips Cameron Parks’ hips with the iron grip of a man who knows exactly how hard he’ll push, his own smooth, athletic body coiled tight in the red-and-white sleeveless shirt. Cameron bends over, his dark hair falling forward as Ezra’s tongue traces the tight ring of his asshole before his fingers stretch him open, the strap around his waist a sharp reminder of how deep this will go. The air thickens with the wet slap of lips on skin, then the first slow, deliberate thrust as Ezra drives into him, his own breath ragged against the back of his neck.