Steve Weaver and Justin Clay

Steve Weaver’s lean, smooth body pins Justin Clay down as his lips crush into a deep, open-mouthed kiss, fingers already sliding into the tight, slick hole below. The blond’s grip tightens on Justin’s hips while his own cock twitches against the sheets, untouched but ready. Justin arches into the touch, his dark hair fanned across the pillow as Weaver’s thumb presses just inside, teasing the first wet pulse.