Myles Landon fucks Chance Summerlin

Myles Landon pins Chance Summerlin’s wrists with cold chains, his beard rough against the other’s throat as he drags his tongue along the tight, puckered hole. The blond kneels between his legs, fingers probing deep before his mouth seals over the stretched entrance, the hairy chest pressed flush against the bed’s surface. Landon drives into him hard, the chains rattling as he grips the chains tighter, each thrust forcing Chance’s breathless gasps into the wet, desperate suction.