Aaron Tiny Super Hero Gutpunch Whipping By Kee-a-Fas

The door clicks shut behind them, sealing two bodies in a dim room lit by a single wall fixture. One strips off a tight shirt while the other tugs at jeans, fingers brushing skin as clothes hit the floor. Lips lock in a hungry kiss before mouths drift lower, hot breath trailing over sensitive flesh. Hands grip and squeeze, pulling bodies closer until the last barriers fall away. Bodies press together in the half-light, movement turning rough and needy as pleasure takes over. The only sounds are ragged breathing and the occasional creak of the bedframe under shifting weight.