Louie Eshby and Scott Haux

Louie Eshby grips Scott Haux’s hips while he’s bent over, his fingers probing the tight hole with deliberate pressure as the mirror reflects the dark hair framing their bodies. Haux moans around Louie’s cock, his own hand stroking himself while Louie’s tongue traces the rimmed crack, the lean frames pressed close. The air thickens with the sound of wet fingers slipping inside, bareback, as Louie’s grip tightens on Haux’s waist.