Andrei Karenin and Giulio Pasolini

Andrei Karenin’s muscular frame pins Giulio Pasolini’s slim body down as his beard scrapes against the other man’s throat, fingers already working open his tight hole. Giulio’s dark hair lies damp against the pillow while Andrei’s hairy chest presses into his back, one hand gripping his cock as the other guides his own thick shaft into the slick, waiting ass. The blanket pools around them as they move, bareback, rough, the sounds of wet flesh and breath mixing with the sharp gasp of a cock hitting deep.