Mike Edge grips the strap tied to the furniture, his shaved head gleaming under the light as he pins Declan Gray’s hips down, fingers already working inside him before the cock even hits. The harness clamps tight around Edge’s waist, the thick shaft jutting forward with every rough thrust, while Gray moans into the kiss, his own fingers tracing Edge’s asshole in return. The air fills with the wet slap of flesh and the desperate gasp of a hole stretched open, no hesitation, just the, unbroken force of Edge’s cock driving into Declan’s body.
