Legrand Wolf fucks Maxwell Dawson - part 2

Legrand Wolf pins Maxwell Dawson down on a cold metal table, his grip bruising as he works his fingers into the younger man’s tight hole while Dawson gasps, his cock already slick with precome. The medical posters behind them blur as Wolf’s mouth seals over Dawson’s throbbing shaft, teeth scraping the underside while his other hand pumps furiously, the two bodies slick with sweat and the wet sounds of desperate need. Dawson arches into it, his fingers tangled in Wolf’s dark hair as the older man’s weight presses him deeper into the table, their breath ragged and the air thick with the scent of arousal.