Kirk Cummings and Trevor Knight

Kirk Cummings grips Trevor Knight’s hips while he kneels, his tattooed arms flexing as he tongues the tight ring of his asshole, purple gloves slick with pre-cum. Trevor arches into the pressure, his own fingers digging into the couch cushion as Cummings switches to a thick cock, slamming it home with rough, unrelenting strokes. The floor stays bare while the couch bears the weight of their sweat-slicked bodies, the only sound the wet slap of flesh and the rasp of breath.