Kirk Cummings and Kurt Wild

Kirk Cummings pins Kurt Wild beneath him, his beard-roughened jaw grinding against the other’s throat as he drives deep with a belt-wrapped cock, while Wild’s fingers dig into the sheets and his tongue drags up Cummings’ asshole. The blond’s chest hair brushes the dark-haired man’s ribs as he rides him, lips locked in a rough kiss that cuts off with a choked gasp when Cummings’ belt snaps back, slamming into his hole. Wild’s hands grip the belt tighter, his own cock slick with spit as he licks the underside of Cummings’ jaw, fingers tracing the crease of his ass before slipping inside.