Isaac Conn’s beard scrapes against Jesse Idol’s neck as he grips his hips, fingers already working the tight hole while his mouth seals over the other’s cock. Jesse’s tattoos stretch taut across his chest as Isaac takes him deep, the couch groaning under their weight. One hand braces against the cushion while the other pulls back just enough to let the head drag over his lips before Isaac slams back in. The air fills with wet sounds as his tongue traces the rim before his cock follows, driving hard into the waiting hole.
