Garth wasnât much for romance during a hook-up either, but he tried to be conscious of othersâ limits. But if Matt was telling him to go hard, he wasnât about to argue. He started thrusting harder, fucking up into Mattâs cunt until the sounds of skin slapping were all he could hear.  âJesus, you still feel fucking tight.â He groaned, moving his hands up to Mattâs waist for a little more support.
    this was exactly what matt had been looking for for a while now-- just some rough, steamy sex to blow off tension after a hard day at work. feeling how garth started thrusting into him harder, more frequently, had the older man moaning like a little girl, desperate to be filled by the boyâs cock over and over again. his head lolled back, fingernails digging into the otherâs shoulders as he continued meeting the otherâs thrusts still, tightening himself as much as he could to keep garth satisfied. âyeah? you still feel fucking enormous.â he grinned down at the young man, stilling his hips with garthâs pole buried inside him completely before starting to move again.