Donnie Dean and Tommy Defendi

Donnie Dean kneels before Tommy Defendi, his beard pressed tight against the hairless, muscular asshole while a bottle clatters between them, the rim slick with spit and saliva. Tommy grips his own cock hard, veins bulging as Donnie’s tongue traces the tight ring before diving deeper, fingers probing the hole from behind. The dark-haired, hairy one licks and sucks with relentless focus, his own lips swollen from the work, while Tommy’s grip never loosens.