Brock Kniles fucks Noah Quinn

Brock Kniles grips Noah Quinn’s hips hard as he drives into him, the tattooed arms flexing with every thrust while Quinn’s breath hitches against the backdrop of military camouflage. His fingers dig into Brock’s shoulders as the other man’s cock slams home, the sound of flesh meeting flesh sharp and unfiltered. Between thrusts, Brock’s mouth seals over Quinn’s neck, teeth grazing just enough to make him gasp, while a hand slides down to tease his hole open before the next deep, relentless stroke. The air hums with the wet slap of skin and the low, guttural exhale of a man being taken.