Deep Dicc fucks Casey Everett

Deep Dicc’s tattooed arms flex as he pins Casey Everett down, his grip tight around the lean man’s hips while his tongue traces the rim of his asshole, no hesitation, just the thrust of rimming. Casey’s dark hair falls forward as he grips the couch edge, his hole already slick from Dicc’s fingers working in slow, deliberate circles before his mouth seals over the tight pucker, sucking hard. The red strap bites into Dicc’s wrist, the only sound the wet slap of tongue against skin.