Corey Law and Andrew Kitt

Corey Law’s beard presses into Andrew Kitt’s tight hole as his fingers stretch it open, while Kitt’s feet grip the couch cushion, toes curling into the fabric. The dark-haired man licks the puckered ring before taking it deep into his mouth, his muscular chest rising with each ragged breath. Kitt’s hands dig into Corey’s shoulders, pulling him closer as his own mouth works the other’s asshole with slow, deliberate pressure. Feet slide against skin, tongues lash and teeth graze, no gentleness, just, hungry focus.