Dodger Wolf and Keith Hunter

Dodger Wolf’s beard presses against Keith Hunter’s hairless chest as he kneels between his legs, tongue tracing the tight rim of his asshole while Hunter grips the couch cushions, thighs spread wide. The lean, dark-haired man arches his back, fingers digging into Dodger’s shoulders as he guides his mouth deeper, the wet sound of lips sealing around flesh cutting through the air. Naked now, their bodies slick with sweat and saliva, Keith moans into the kiss Dodger presses between his thighs, his own fingers working into the other’s hole before pulling back to lick the residue from his knuckles.