Angel Weis and Joshua Finley

Angel Weis kneels behind Joshua Finley, his fingers probing the tight hole while his mouth seals over the asshole, the green pillow propping Finley’s hips just high enough for the deep thrusts. Finley lies sprawled on the red couch, his dark hair slicked back as Weis sucks the skin above his chest, then drags his tongue down to lick the sensitive flesh between his thighs. The only sound is the wet slap of lips on flesh and the slow, deliberate pressure of a finger circling the entrance before slipping inside.