Maxim Kozlov pins Anatoly Petrov down with his weight, his dark hair framing a face pressed into the sheets as he takes the first deep thrust. The smooth, muscular body above him grips the sheets, fingers tracing Anatoly’s hole before his cock drives in hard, the bed creaking under their struggle. His mouth seals over Anatoly’s, swallowing every groan as he works his way deeper, the air thick with the sound of flesh meeting flesh.
