Antony Carter and Florian Mraz

Antony Carter’s beard scrapes Florian Mraz’s throat as he takes him deep, the blond’s fingers already working his hole while the water sluices over their bodies. Florian kneels between Carter’s spread legs, his dark hair slick as he rims him before taking over with a rough, unprotected fuck that leaves the shower tiles steaming. The tattoos on Carter’s back ripple with every thrust, his hands gripping Florian’s hips as the water hides their sounds.