Josh Fernandez kneels over the muscular, tattooed man sprawled on his back, his dark hair framing a face set on deep, deliberate sucking while the other grips his own thick cock with rough, steady strokes. The stocky, inked performer shifts pillows beneath him, fingers probing tight before his weight presses down, sheets tangled between them as the first hard thrusts split the air. No words, just the wet slap of flesh and the way one’s grip tightens around the other’s hips when the bed creaks under the rhythm.
