Joel Birkin pins Derek Caravaggio’s hips down while his thick cock slides deep, the dark-haired, smooth, muscular man’s grip tight on the other’s waist as he works his tongue into his mouth. Derek takes Joel’s fingers inside him, his body arched up to meet the pressure, while Joel’s hands grip the sheets, no barrier between them. The only sound is the wet slap of flesh against flesh and the breathless gasps of two men locked in the moment.
