Dallas Steele fucks Sir Jet

Dallas Steele dominates Sir Jet with a raw, unprotected grip, his shaved head glistening as he pins the smaller man’s wrists above his head while the tattooed G on his chest flexes with every thrust. Sir Jet’s hairy chest heaves as Steele’s fingers dig into his ribs, his own cock slick with pre-cum while he kneels, mouth open around Steele’s shaft in a tight, desperate suck. The couch creaks under Steele’s weight as he flips him onto his back, the graying stubble on his jaw scraping against Sir Jet’s throat before Steele’s thick cock slams home, fingers already circling his hole. Sir Jet’s ass clenches around him, his own fist working furiously as Steele’s grip tightens, the air thick with the sounds of wet skin and ragged breaths.