Marcelo Mastro fucks Kevyn Luss

Marcelo Mastro grips Kevyn Luss’s hips as he drives deep, the slick sound of lube mixing with the wet slap of flesh against flesh. Kevyn bends over the couch, his asshole stretched wide by fingers before Marcelo’s tongue laps at the tight ring, then his cock, bareback, thick and relentless, slams home. The tattooed arm wraps around Kevyn’s waist, fingers digging in as he takes every inch, his own hand working his own cock in time with the rough, unprotected thrusts.