Erik West and Jt Scott

Erik West’s tattooed, shaved head presses into the couch cushions as Jt Scott’s dark hair brushes his feet, lips sealing tight around his toes while fingers probe his asshole. The muscular, smooth-skinned man on top grips Jt’s ankles, pulling his weight closer for deeper sucks and slow, deliberate fingering that opens him wider. Cushions shift under them as Jt’s tongue traces every ridge of Erik’s arches, his own hole already slick from the teasing.