Unable to play the passive partner any longer, Mark gripped the fleshy curves of Charles's ass, using his strength to lift him slightly and thrusting his hips upward. The dual movement made their bodies collide with a heavy, wet rhythm.
"Ah! Yes... Right there, Mark!" Charles cried out, his voice cracking as he clung to Mark's neck. He threw his head back, his body shaking with pleasure as Mark's thick cock hammered relentlessly up into his core.
Mark groaned loudly, his thrusts growing faster and harder, completely losing himself in the tight grip of Charles's body and the sweet, breathless sounds of his moans filling the room.
"Deeper, please..." Charles begged, his voice cracking into a high-pitched whimper as he clung to Mark's shoulders, his fingers digging deep into the muscles of his back. "Mark, please... faster…"
