Marcus Mojo fucks Jacob Wright

Marcus Mojo grips Jacob Wright’s hips, his tattooed arm coiled tight as he drives into him hard on the couch, the black cap on his head casting a shadow over the scene. Wright’s fingers dig into the cushions while Mojo’s mouth seals around his cock, swallowing deep before pulling back with a wet pop, his own fist working his own length in time with the thrusts. A cigarette smolders between them, smoke curling into the air as Mojo’s breath hitches, his grip on Wright’s waist never loosening.