Ryan Connors and Damon Archer

Ryan Connors grips the lattice door frame while Damon Archer kneels, his mouth locked around Ryan’s cock as he sprays hot streams onto the floor, both men slick with sweat, their dark hair damp against their necks. Damon’s fingers dig into Ryan’s thighs as he takes every inch, the door frame trembling under the weight of his grip, while Ryan’s cock jerks in his mouth, unloading thick ropes with a wet plop onto the wood. The floor glistens where Damon’s breath fogs the air, his tongue tracing the ridge of Ryan’s shaft before he pulls back just enough to let the next pulse hit his lips.