Jim Durden lies spread-eagled on the bed while Dan Hilfiger kneels over him, his fingers already working the tight hole with rough precision. The blond’s mouth seals around the thick cock, swallowing deep as Hilfiger’s other hand grips his hip, holding him still for the slow, deliberate thrusts. The dark-haired man’s muscles ripple under the pressure, his breath hitching as Hilfiger’s tongue traces the sensitive rim before diving in.
