Shaun Mann’s lean fingers dig deep into Ethan White’s tight hole while the blond leans forward, his lips sealing over the other’s mouth in a rough, open-mouthed kiss. The bearded one’s grip is firm, his thumb pressing just right as Ethan arches into it, his smooth skin flushed. They’re sprawled across the couch, one half-sitting, the other half-crawled over him, their bodies locked in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
