Austin Young and Bishop Angus

Bishop Angus kneels behind Austin L Young, his thick fingers stretching the tight hole while the younger man’s hands grip the blue strap wrapped tight around his waist, no hesitation, just pressure. The older man’s beard brushes the curve of Young’s ass as he licks the puckered flesh, then plunges two fingers deep before pulling back to watch the slickness glisten. Young arches into it, his cock already hard, while Angus grips the base and strokes slow, deliberate strokes, his own thick shaft leaking against the floor. When the fingers retreat, the strap holds him steady as Angus lines up, the head pressing in with a slow, deliberate push.