Jamie Eliot fucks Pierce Harrington

Jamie Eliot pins Pierce Harrington’s hips down with a grip that leaves no room for movement, his dark hair framing a face pressed into the pillow as Pierce’s hole is stretched open by fingers slick with spit. The light brown-haired man arches into the touch, his asshole glistening as Jamie’s tongue first traces the tight ring before his cock takes over, the bareback thrusts rough and unfiltered. Hands grip thighs, pull back, then slam forward, no prep, no hesitation, just the wet sound of flesh meeting flesh and the way Pierce’s breath hitches when Jamie’s teeth graze his shoulder.