Kevin Crows and Cavin Knight

Kevin Crows grips Cavin Knight’s thighs, his tattooed arms flexing as he presses his mouth to the other’s asshole, tongue swirling deep while Cavin’s fingers dig into the couch cushion. Cavin turns, his stocky frame bent over the bed as Crows licks the tight ring before sliding two fingers inside, then shifts to kneel between his legs, lips sealing around his hole in a slow, deliberate 69. Their dark hair hangs forward as Cavin’s hands grip Crows’ shoulders, guiding him deeper.