Edison Garett and Lance Bennett

Edison Garett’s beard scrapes against Lance Bennett’s hairy chest as he flips him onto his back, gripping his thighs with rough strength before sinking two fingers deep into his asshole. The strap around Bennett’s wrists keeps him pinned while Garett’s tongue traces the tight ring, then his cock, thick, bare, and hungry, slams home in a single, brutal thrust. The air fills with the wet sounds of rimming and the sharp gasps of Bennett’s mouth around Garett’s cock, his own hole stretched wide as the strap digs into his skin.