Ari Sylvio and Berke Banks

Ari Sylvio’s beard scrapes Berke Banks’ chest as he grips his hips, fingers already working the tight hole while his mouth seals over the thick cock. Berke arches into the pressure, his own hands tangled in Sylvio’s dark hair as he guides the first rough thrust home. Pillows cushion their bodies against the bedding, the sound of wet flesh slapping skin filling the air as Sylvio rides him from behind, his own cock leaking against the sheets.