Kevin Crows and Heath Jordan

Kevin Crows presses his lips to Heath Jordan’s asshole, tongue tracing the tight ring while his fingers slide inside, the tattooed arm gripping the other’s hip to hold him steady. Heath arches under the touch, his clean-shaven jaw locked with Crows’ as their mouths crash together, hands digging into the firm flesh of his ass. The dominant grip keeps him bent just right, no hesitation, just the, direct pressure of a man who knows exactly how far to push.