Lars Larson fucks Lorenzo

Lars Larson’s tattooed, hairy-chested frame pins Lorenzo down while his beard scrapes against the other’s stubbled jaw as they kiss, fingers probing deep before the bottle clatters between them. The bearded man’s grip tightens on Lorenzo’s hips as he takes Lars’s cock deep, throat working around the thick shaft while the other’s rough hands pull at his ass, fingers slick with spit. No condom, just the wet, bruising thrust of Lars’s cock hitting the back of Lorenzo’s throat, his own breath ragged as he drinks straight from the bottle, the two lost in the rough, unprotected grind.