Kaleb Cross and Peter Polloc

Kaleb Cross grips Peter Polloc’s hips, his tattooed arms flexing as he slams into him hard on the couch, while Polloc’s light hair sags over his face as he takes every thrust. The striped blanket pools around them as Cross fingers Polloc’s hole before pulling out to lick his ass clean, then switches to Polloc’s mouth, sucking deep while Polloc’s muscular body arches into the pressure. They start clothed, end naked, no barriers, just raw.