Antony Carter and Wolf Rayet

Antony Carter’s bearded, hairy chest presses into Wolf Rayet’s smooth, blond back as he grips his hips and drives deep, the pillows beneath them shifting with every thrust. Wolf takes it on his knees, his fingers tracing Antony’s hole before his cock slides in, bareback, while Antony’s mouth seals over his throat in a rough, open-mouthed kiss. The room hums with the wet sounds of sucking and the sharp inhale of rimming, their bodies angled just so for the perfect angle.