Kyle Lawrence & Cody Cummings

Kyle Lawrence grips Cody Cummings’ hips as he kneels, his dark hair framing the view of Cummings’ smooth, stocky frame stretched out on the bed, blue underwear barely concealing the target. Lawrence’s fingers dig into the flesh while his mouth seals over Cummings’ cock, the suction sharp and relentless. Cummings arches his back, his hole exposed as Lawrence’s tongue traces the tight ring before slipping inside. The only sound is the wet slap of flesh and the rough rasp of breath.