JJ Knight grips Ruslan Angelo’s hips as he pins him against the stairs, his fingers digging into the taut muscle of his thighs while Ruslan’s mouth opens around him with a tight, wet suction. The American flag shorts ride up, exposing the dark hair at his root as JJ pulls back just enough to watch the way his throat works, then slams forward again, his cock disappearing deep. Ruslan’s hands clench the railing, his body arching to take every inch, the outdoor light catching the sweat glistening on their skin.
