Chris Damned Rails Johnny B

Chris Damned and Johnny B press their tattooed chests together, the military-style ink on their arms glinting as one grips the other’s hips while the other kneels, tongue deep in their hole. The bearded man’s fingers stretch the tight ring of the one in green pants, his own cock already slick with spit as he guides it into the waiting ass. The air fills with the wet sound of flesh hitting flesh, the grip of thighs locking around a waist that bends just enough to take every thick inch.