Danny Broughton and Mark Coxx

Danny Broughton pins Mark Coxx’s wrists with a strap, his dark hair framing a face pressed into the other’s throat as he takes deep, rough pulls on his cock. Mark’s muscular body arches under the grip, his tattooed chest rising as Danny’s tongue swipes over his slit before gripping him tight. The bed creaks with every thrust, Danny’s fingers tracing Mark’s rim while his own fist works his own length, slick with spit and need.