Michael Lucas, dark-haired and thickly tattooed, grips Shawn Reeve’s hips while he kneels between his thighs, his muscular frame leaning forward to take Reeve’s cock deep into his throat. Reeve lies sprawled on the bed, his own tattoos tracing his chest as Lucas’ fingers dig into his waist, guiding the thrusts that make his throat bob. The light-haired man’s grip is rough, his tongue working the underside of Reeve’s shaft as he pulls back just enough to let the head reappear before driving down again.
