Jim Durden takes Peter Annaud from behind while the third man, light-haired and lean, kneels between them, his mouth locked around Annaud’s cock. Durden’s grip on the sheets is tight as he drives into him, the dark-haired man’s fingers working Annaud’s hole with deliberate pressure. The bed creaks under their weight, the only sound the wet slap of skin and the steady rhythm of a cock buried deep.
