Nick Fox drives deep into Jerome Culkin’s tight hole while the lean, dark-haired man leans back on the bench, his smile sharp with pleasure. The bench’s rough wood digs into Jerome’s ass as Nick’s thick cock stretches him open, his grip tight on Jerome’s hips. The only sound is the wet slap of flesh against flesh, the way Jerome’s breath hitches when Nick bottoms out. No words, just the slow, relentless thrusts that make Jerome’s body tremble.
