Brett, Chad and Porter

Brett Swanson kneels between Chad Hollon and Porter Wescott, his mouth locked onto one cock while his fingers dig into the other’s tight hole. Porter’s muscular frame arches as Chad drives into him from behind, their dark hair and clean-shaven jaws glistening with sweat and spit. The couch and bed become stages for, unfiltered thrusts, Brett’s tongue swirling around the head of one while his own cock jerks in his grip, the air thick with the sounds of wet slaps and choked breaths.