Kevin Falk and Tristan Phoenix

Kevin Falk’s beard brushes Tristan Phoenix’s jaw as he grips his cock, fingers already working his hole while the blond sucks him deep, the couch creaking under their weight. The tattooed one kneels behind, his shirt rucked up to reveal a smooth, corded back, stroking himself slow as Tristan moans around Falk’s thick length. Their mouths crash together between thrusts, saliva and breath mixing as fingers curl inside, pulling a choked gasp from Phoenix’s throat.