Jeremy Spreadums grips Dante Colle’s hips, his tattooed arms flexing as he drives into him hard on the couch, while Dante’s fingers dig into the cushions, his breath ragged. The blond’s bearded jaw locks over Colle’s neck as he sucks deep, his tongue working the pulse point while his other hand slides between them, fingers slick with precome. Colle’s ass clenches around Jeremy’s cock, his own tattoos glistening under the light as he arches into the touch, lost in the rough rhythm.
