Sailor Blue and Freddy Wolf

Sailor Blue pins Freddy Wolf’s hips down while his beard scrapes the other’s asshole, fingers already working the tight ring. The bald, hairy man leans forward, tongue lashing the puckered hole while Freddy’s feet dig into the mattress, his body arched in surrender. A rough suck on the rim has him gasping, his hole glistening as Sailor’s grip tightens, no hesitation, just the wet, relentless pressure of a man who knows exactly how to make it hurt.