Calvin Banks fucks Jackson Cooper

Calvin Banks pins Jackson Cooper’s hips down, his tattoos dark against the patterned sheets as he presses his mouth to the other man’s asshole, tongue swirling deep while fingers probe the tight hole. Jackson lies sprawled, legs splayed wide, his clean-shaven jaw tense as Banks shifts between licking and riming, then sliding a thick finger inside before pulling back to kiss him hard. The only sound is the wet slap of tongue on skin and the rough rasp of breath against skin.