David Sky pins Richard Hicks to the bed, his tattooed arm flexing as he grips the strap around his wrist, while Hicks’s smooth, muscular body arches into the pressure of his mouth on his asshole. Sky’s fingers probe deep before switching to his cock, sucking hard as Hicks’s hole clenches around him, then he drives in with a rough, unrelenting thrust. The bed creaks under their weight as they move, naked now, the only sound the wet slap of skin and Hicks’s sharp exhale when Sky bottoms out.
