Thor Buckner grips Christian Ace’s hips hard while his cock slams deep, the blond’s fingers digging into the bearded man’s thighs as he rides him. Ace’s breath hitches around Buckner’s name, his ass clenching tight on every thrust, the sweat-slicked skin of his back flexing with every desperate push. Buckner’s knuckles turn white, his own cock leaking pre-cum as he pins Ace down, the dark hair of his chest pressed into the younger man’s shoulder. The only sound is the wet slap of flesh, the grunts of a man who won’t stop until he’s buried so deep he’s sure to leave marks.
