Sam Santi and Jerry Harris

Sam Santi’s beard presses against Jerry Harris’s neck as he grips his hips, fingers probing deep while the blond’s throat works around his cock. Blindfolded, Harris arches into every thrust, his hole stretched wide as Santi’s weight pins him down, no barrier between them. The air thickens with the sound of wet flesh, his ass clenching around the thick shaft before he takes the blindfold off, only to turn and rim him back.