Rhys Jagger’s dark hair frames a muscular frame as he pins Tom Pollock beneath him, his fingers probing deep into the tight asshole while Pollock’s mouth works the cock with slow, deliberate strokes. Jean-daniel’s tongue traces the rimmed hole with deliberate precision, his own cock hard and ready as Pollock shifts to take him, the bed creaking under the weight of their movements. The air thickens with the sounds of wet flesh and breath, each thrust driving deeper into the stretched asshole.
