Sharok pins Jake Nicola’s wrists above his head while his tattooed chest rises and falls against the other’s, fingers already working inside him. The blond’s hole clenches around Jake’s thumb as he kneels, tongue tracing the edge of his ass before Sharok’s cock slams home. The red box in the corner doesn’t matter, only the way Jake’s muscles tense when Sharok’s grip tightens, his breath ragged as he takes every inch.
