Andre Donovan’s tattooed arms grip Valentin Amour’s hips as he drives deep, the dark-haired man’s breath ragged against the bedsheets. Valentin’s mouth wraps tight around Donovan’s cock, his throat working hard as the older man’s grip tightens, fingers digging into his waist. The ocean breeze cuts through the open window, but neither man notices, only the wet sounds of Donovan’s cock sliding in and out, the sharp inhale when Valentin takes him all the way down.
