Gabriel Cross pins Rico Vega down, his tattoos dark against the red petals as he drives deep with a rough, relentless thrust. Rico’s blond hair spreads across the sheets while Cross sucks his cock hard, fingers probing his hole before the first wet, sloppy stretch. The air smells of sweat and rose petals as they move together, no words, just the sound of flesh slapping, the way Rico’s body arches when Cross finally bottoms him, his own cock slick with need.
