Benard had his lips pressed together, eyes half-open as he emitted strained but muffled sounds of bliss.

His torso was suspended, its weight balanced on his palms with all ten fingers fanned out at the edge of the bed. The rest of his body was in the air.

Lucas' hands were hooked under his friend's bent-forward and spread-apart knees. His hips time and again swinging forward and rearwards, his cock fervently digging for sweet treasures in the slick depths of his buddy's asscunt.

Sweat ...