Jack Hunter grips Zach Murphy’s hips as he drives into him from behind, the tattooed muscles of his back flexing with every hard thrust while Murphy’s dark hair sways with the motion. Hunter’s fingers dig into his waist, pulling him deeper as his mouth seals over Murphy’s neck, teeth grazing the skin between bites. Murphy’s ass clenches around Hunter’s cock, his own hand slipping between their bodies to tease Hunter’s hole before returning to finger himself open. The bed creaks under their weight as Hunter’s pace turns relentless, his breath ragged against Murphy’s ear.
