James Jamesson and Shane Frost

James Jamesson grips Shane Frost’s hips, his tattoos standing out against the dark hair as he guides his fingers into his hole, while Shane Frost’s mouth wraps tight around his cock, the green bands coiled around his waist marking the stretch. The bed creaks under their weight as Jamesson’s tongue traces the rim of Frost’s ass, fingers already slick with his own spit, while Frost’s teeth graze the head of his cock, the suction pulling deep.