Trace, his eyes gleaming with mischief, positions William's head on his lap. William's hands grip Trace's thighs, his body tense as Trace's cock slides past his lips, hitting the back of his throat. Trace grinds his hips, riding William's face, his black hair swaying with each thrust. William's eyes water, his nose pressing into Trace's groin, the scent of sex and sweat filling his nostrils. Trace's cock is slick with spit, wet sounds echoing in the room as William struggles to keep up with Trace's pace. Trace's body shudders, his cock pulsing as he fucks William's face, chasing his release.