Casey Everett and Cade Maddox

Casey Everett’s beard scrapes against Cade Maddox’s neck as he grips his hips, fingers already working the tight hole while the reindeer antlers dig into the sheets. The Santa hat slips from Maddox’s head as Everett pulls back, tongue tracing the salt on his chest before taking him deep, teeth scraping the thick cock. Green garlands bind their wrists to the bedposts, leaving only the sound of wet slaps and the muffled groan of Maddox’s ass as Everett lines up, the head pressing in slow, deliberate thrusts.