Andre Boleyn pins Bennett O'Boyle down, his dark hair framing a broad, smooth chest as he drives into the tight hole with rough, unrelenting strokes. Bennett’s muscular body arches under the pressure, his asshole glistening as Boleyn’s fingers tease it before taking him deep. The bed creaks with every thrust, the sound swallowed by the wet, desperate sounds of sucking and the slap of flesh against flesh.
