Watch: Ryder & Carter

Ryder Flynn’s beard scrapes Carter Collins’ shoulder as he grips his hips, fingers digging into the muscle while his cock slams home, bareback, rough, the chair creaking behind them as Carter arches into every thrust. Their mouths crash together mid-fuck, tongues tangled with spit and need, while Ryder’s hands yank at the shirt he still clutches, tearing fabric as he flips them onto the bed, his breath hot against the asshole he’s already fingered raw. The wall behind them stays silent, but the bed groans with every drive, the only sound Carter’s choked gasp when Ryder’s teeth graze his neck before burying himself deeper.