Jim Durden fucks Peter Annaud

Jim Durden pins Peter Annaud’s wrists to the bedposts with a strap while the leaner’s dark hair falls across his face as he sucks him off, fingers already working his hole. The muscular one rides him bareback, gripping the sheets as Peter’s smooth skin glistens under the light. A rimmed mouth opens wider, tongue tracing the tight ring before Durden slams into him with rough, unprotected thrusts.