Paul Canon fucks Mike Maverick

Paul Canon grips Mike Maverick’s hips, his own muscles straining as he drives into the bent-over position, the red sportswear clinging tight to his back. Mike’s dark hair falls forward as Canon’s fingers probe his asshole, then his mouth seals over the tight ring, tongue working deep before the first hard thrust splits them open. On his back, Canon’s beard scrapes Mike’s chest as he sucks his cock, teeth grazing the shaft while Mike’s own hands flex against the floor, gripping for purchase. The air hums with the wet slap of flesh, each position and unfiltered.