Leoy and Furby

The bearded man kneels between the other’s spread legs, his fingers working the tight hole while the slim, clean-shaven one grips his own cock hard enough to make his breath come fast. Underwear clings to their hips in some shots, then slips away as the dark-haired one takes over, his mouth sealing around the thick shaft with a wet, hungry sound. The red couch stays in the background while one rests his head on the other’s shoulder, both slick with sweat and need, the act shifting from fingers to deep, slow thrusts.