Michael Phoenix kneels with his thick beard pressed tight against Boy Fillups’ ass as he works his fingers deep into the tight hole, the black straps around his waist cutting into his muscular thighs. Boy Fillups grips the knees of the kneeling man, his own beard rough against the skin as he takes Phoenix’s cock deep into his throat, the suction tight and relentless. The air fills with the sound of wet slaps and choked breaths as one pulls back just enough to let the other drive in harder, the tattoos on their arms flexing with every thrust.
