Carl Ross fucks Evan Zero

Carl Ross grips Evan Zero’s hips, pulling him up from the floor as the other man’s tattooed arm clutches the couch edge, his bald head dipped low to lick the tight ring of Evan’s asshole before fingers slide in. Ross’s clean-shaven jaw tightens over the interruption, his mouth still wet from the first taste, while Evan’s slim frame arches into the pressure, fingers already working the hole open. The stocky top pins him down again, teeth sinking into the nape of his neck as the floor stays empty, until Ross’s cock presses between them, demanding the next move.