Aaron Aurora leans back, his blond hair catching the light as he grips the sheets, while Brad Fitt’s bearded jaw tightens over the slow, deliberate pull of his mouth. The floral bedding frames them as his fingers dig into Aaron’s thighs, guiding him deeper into the wet, rhythmic motion. The air hums with the wet sounds of suction, the only distraction the way Brad’s grip shifts, pulling Aaron’s hips forward with a low, controlled force.
