Riley Mitchel’s beard scrapes against Jack Andy’s throat as he grips his jaw, fingers already buried in his hole while the blond kneels behind, tongue swirling over his ass crack before plunging deep. The tattooed one’s grip on the couch cushions digs in as he pulls Jack’s hips back, his own cock already wet with need, the blond’s mouth sealing around the head with a tight, hungry suction. One’s hands are rough with muscle, the other’s lips are slick with spit and desperation.
