Marcus Ruhl grips Jr Bronson’s hips as he drives into him, the tattooed chest rising with each rough thrust. Jr Bronson’s fingers dig into the countertop while Ruhl’s mouth seals around his cock, the dark hair framing a face locked in sharp focus. Hands work between them, one tracing slick skin, the other gripping a thick shaft, before Ruhl’s weight pins him down, the kitchen sink forgotten.
