Mike West’s tattooed arm grips Trent Davis’s hips as he pins him to the couch, fingers digging into the tight asshole while Trent’s mouth works his cock with slow, deliberate suction. The blond’s breath hitches against the bearded one’s chest as he takes him deeper, tongue swirling over the head before pulling back just enough to let Mike’s cock slap wetly against his lips. The couch creaks under their weight as Trent arches into the pressure, his own fingers tangled in Mike’s dark hair, guiding the rhythm of the blowjob.
