Lukas Novy fucks Carl Ross

Lukas Novy pins Carl Ross down on the table, his hands gripping the shoulders of the dark-haired man while his mouth seals over the smooth, taut skin of his neck. The blond’s tongue traces the curve of Carl’s collarbone, then dips lower to circle the stiff nipple before pulling it deep into his mouth. Pillows prop Carl’s hips up as Lukas shifts, his fingers digging into the muscles of his back while his breath hitches against the wet heat of his chest.