Girth Brooks grips the sink’s edge while Steven Ponce kneels behind him, his thick cock already wet with precome as Brooks arches into the pressure. The toilet seat creaks under Ponce’s weight, his hands gripping Brooks’ hips tight as he slams home, the red object, some kind of strap or handle, clutched between them. Brooks moans around the sink’s edge, his ass clenching hard with every brutal thrust, the bathroom mirror fogging from their breath.
By Suite703
