Adam Franco takes Allen King from behind while Oliver Hunt kneels between his legs, his beard rough against the smooth skin of King’s back as Franco grips his hips and drives deep. Hunt licks the sweat from King’s neck, his own muscular arms wrapped tight around his waist, fingers digging into the stocky frame as Franco’s cock slams into him. The brick wall behind them is cold, but the air between them is thick with the weight of their bodies, one hairy, one smooth, both lost in the rhythm of fucking.
