Karl Stevens and Wolf Rayet

Karl Stevens and Wolf Rayet wrestle each other to the ground, their bearded jaw locked in a brutal grip as the lean, clean-shaven man pins him down with strength. The red straps bite into Karl’s muscular back while Wolf Rayet’s fingers dig into his thigh, his mouth already working down his throat in a desperate, open-mouthed kiss. One of them grips his own cock with a rough, jerky motion, the other’s fingers slide between his legs, teasing the tight hole before the first deep thrust splits them apart.