Michael Phoenix fucks Parker Allen

Michael Phoenix pins Parker Allen down on outdoor furniture, his tattooed chest pressed hard against the other man’s bare skin while he works his mouth over Parker’s cock, no barrier, just raw thrusts. Parker grips the edge of the bench, his fingers digging in as Phoenix’s tongue swirls around the head before taking him deep, the banana between them hinting at the wet, messy work that follows. When he pulls back, his bearded jaw glistens, and his fingers slide into Parker’s hole first, then his cock, filling him slow and deep until the creampie hits. The air smells of sweat and salt, the outdoor light catching the slick sheen of their bodies as one holds the other down, unrelenting.