Jeff Mirren kneels behind Jens Christensen, his tongue tracing the tight ring of his asshole while Jens lies sprawled on his back, muscles flexing under smooth skin. Mirren’s fingers probe deeper, stretching the hole before the blunt head of his cock pushes in, filling Jens with slow, deliberate thrusts. The bed creaks as Jens arches his back, his dark hair splayed across the sheets, while Mirren’s grip tightens on his hips, no hesitation, just the force of it.
