Mike Moretti’s tattooed grip tightens around Toby Springs’ hips as he drives into him hard, the blond’s breath ragged from the way Moretti’s fingers dig into his waist. Toby’s ass clenches around him, lips parted for Moretti’s tongue to trace his hole before his cock takes over, the bed creaking under their weight. Moretti’s beard scratches his back as he pulls back, only to slam forward again, fingers finding Toby’s hole while his mouth works his cock.
