Smash Thompson pins Jim Fit’s hips down with one hand while the other grips his own cock, his dark hair falling forward as he drives into him without pause. Jim’s asshole is already stretched open by Smash’s fingers, his hole slick with spit and the first rough thrusts, while the sheets beneath them catch the weight of their bodies. Smash’s tattooed forearm presses against Jim’s back, holding him still as he works the thick length inside him.
