Antonio Cavalli and Marco Salqueiro

Antonio Cavalli’s beard scrapes Marco Salqueiro’s hairy chest as he grips his hips, fingers probing deep while his mouth seals over the asshole, tongue tracing the tight ring before pulling back to lick the slickness. Salqueiro arches into the thrusts, his muscular back flexing as Cavalli’s weight pins him down, the bareback cock slamming home with rough precision, each stroke leaving a wet, greedy sound. His hands dig into the sheets, no furniture, no hesitation, just the raw, unprotected drive of one man’s grip on another’s ass, his breath ragged as Salqueiro’s fingers twist in response.