Tyler Roberts fucks Kurtis Wolfe

Tyler Roberts drives into Kurtis Wolfe with raw, unprotected force, his tattooed chest pressed against the other’s back as the blue and red lights pulse around them. Kurtis grips the sheets, his muscles straining as Tyler’s fingers dig into his hips, working him open before the first hard thrust. The air fills with the wet sound of skin slapping, the two lost in the deep, unfiltered rhythm of their bodies.