Tom Faulk’s thick cock glistens as he strokes it hard, his bearded jaw tight with focus, while Abel Archer lies sprawled beneath him on the couch, his fingers wrapped tight around the shaft. The muscles in Faulk’s forearm ripple with each rough pump, his grip leaving a sheen of precome on the skin. Abel’s head tilts back slightly, his mouth slightly open as Faulk leans in, his breath hot against the neck of the cock he’s fucking with his fist.
