Jace Reed fucks Tom Nutt

Jace Reed grips Tom Nutt’s ribs with the stethoscope while his tongue presses deep into his mouth, the lean, clean-shaven man’s legs spread wide on the table. Reed’s bare hands trace the light skin of Nutt’s chest as he listens, then flips him onto his side, fingers hooking into the bent knees before pulling him back, hard, into a slow, unprotected thrust. The only sounds are the wet slide of flesh and Nutt’s breath, caught between moans as Reed holds him down, one arm braced above his head.