Zeus Harden blows Dakota

Zeus Harden kneels behind the lean, smooth-skinned man on the bed, his fingers slick with lube as he fingers his hole while his tongue traces the tight ring of his asshole. The clean-shaven, muscular man arches into the touch, his lips parted as Harden’s mouth works the sensitive flesh, his own hand gripping himself hard. The air hums with the wet sounds of rimming and the slow, deliberate pressure of a finger pushing deep.