Rich Kelly dominates Brett Bradley on the couch, his grip tight around the other man’s hips as he drives in deep with slow, deliberate thrusts while Brett’s fingers dig into the cushions. The blond’s breath hitches as Rich’s tongue traces the sweat along his collarbone before pulling him down for a rough kiss, lips parted just enough to let Rich’s cock slide between them. Brett’s hands work his own length furiously, the muscles in his arms straining as Rich’s fingers tease his hole, slick and ready. The close-up of their palms, one calloused, one smooth, shows the contrast as they move together, neither stopping until the couch creaks under their weight.
