Chris Hollander and Harry

Chris Hollander in his cop uniform grips Harry’s wrist while he kneels, tongue deep in his throat as fingers dig into Harry’s hips. The orange jumpsuit vanishes by the third frame, leaving only bare skin and the rough grip of a hand around a cock, thick and flushed with need. Hollander pins Harry’s shoulders to the floor, driving into him hard enough to make the mattress creak, while Harry’s own fist works his own length, cum spilling over his knuckles as Hollander’s breath comes in ragged gasps.