Phillip Logan fucks J.P. Philips

Phillip Logan grips J.P. Philips’ hips, his tattooed arms flexing as he drives into the tight hole with rough, unrelenting thrusts while Philips gasps into the pillow, his bearded jaw clenched. The balding man’s fingers dig into the sheets as Logan’s cock slams home, his own hole slick with the wet sounds of rimming just moments before. Philips turns his head, lips parting for a deep, desperate kiss as Logan’s grip tightens, his breath ragged against the curve of his neck. The close-up captures the, unfiltered stretch of his asshole, stretched wide around the thick invasion.