Randy Dixon dumps and Brendan Phillips

Randy Dixon Dumps pins Brendan Phillips’ hips down, his fingers digging into the tight, puckered hole while Brendan arches into the pressure, lips parted in a breathless groan. The blond’s cock juts forward, already slick with spit, as Randy’s tongue swipes over the slit before plunging deep into his ass, fingers curling inside to stretch him open. From above, Randy’s grip tightens on Brendan’s waist, his own hard length pressing against the sheets as he guides himself into that wet, gripping heat, slow at first, then harder, the bed creaking under their weight. Brendan’s hands claw at the sheets, his body trembling as Randy’s rhythm turns rough, the slap of flesh meeting flesh the only sound in the room.