Mind The Gape

Trevor Brooks just dropped his bag in Beau Butler's London place and already he's face down, ass up, giving it up for Sir Peter. Sir Peter's hands spread him open. Tongue dragging over his hole, thick fingers pushing in until Trevor starts pushing back. Then those hands lift him clean off the bed, holding him like he weighs nothing. The fucking starts slow, then gets heavy. Sir Peter's cock slides in bare, hips snapping, driving deep enough to make Trevor's thick legs shake. He flips him onto his back, folds him in half, fucks him on his knees, on his side, against the headboard. Every angle, every inch. Sir Peter's big hand grips Trevor's neck, his chest, his thighs, moving him where he wants him. Trevor takes it all. Sweat-slick muscles, hairy crack, the kind of ass that bounces when you pound it. Sir Peter keeps going until he can't hold back, burying it deep and unloading inside him, filling that stretched hole until cum starts leaking out around his shaft.