Dirk Caber & Jessie Colter

Dirk Caber’s beard scrapes against Jessie Colter’s smooth chest as he grips his cock, thick and flushed, while Colter kneels between his legs, her fingers already slick with his precome. The strap bites into Caber’s wrist as he pins Colter’s arms behind him, his mouth crashing down to devour his throat before dragging lower, teeth on collarbone, tongue tracing the dip of his ribs. Colter’s hole clenches around Caber’s fingers, wet and tight, as he fucks them deep, his uniform jacket discarded, the fabric pooling at his feet.