David Sky’s tattooed fingers dig into Titus Snow’s hips as he pins him down, the blond’s smooth chest rising with sharp, uneven breaths. Titus grips the bench’s rough wood, his hole already slick from Sky’s relentless fingering before the cock even hits. The first thrust slams him back, his ass clenching around the thick shaft as Sky’s grip tightens, his own cock jerking hard in time with the wet, brutal fucking.
