Abraham Shehell’s tattooed, muscular frame towers over Ricky Hard as he kneels on the couch, gripping the blond’s thick thighs while his lips crash into the standing man’s mouth. The standing man’s hands dig into Ricky’s shoulders, fingers tracing the smooth skin over corded arms as he leans down, tongue forcing its way past lips parted in surrender. Their bodies press together, the standing man’s weight pinning the kneeling one against the couch as rough palms slide up to grip the back of Ricky’s head, holding him in place for a deep, unbroken kiss.
