Jordan Farris grips Dean Cullen’s hips, his fingers slick with spit as he works the tight ring of his asshole with rough precision, while Cullen’s mouth wraps tight around his cock, teeth scraping the shaft. The blond’s smooth, muscular body bends over the couch, his ass lifted high for the bearded one’s relentless thrusting, fingers still probing deep before the cock takes over. Their close-ups, hair dark against skin, lips parted in a mix of pain and need, show no mercy as Farris drives into Cullen’s hole, his own cock forgotten until the bearded one finally takes him by the waist and shoves him down.
