Phoenix Fellington fucks Aston Springs

Phoenix Fellington grips Aston Springs’ hips, his tattooed arms flexing as he drives deep into the tight hole with rough, measured strokes. The blond’s clean-shaven jaw tightens around Aston’s neck while his fingers dig into the dark-haired man’s ass, pulling him flush against the bench. A wet smack echoes as Phoenix’s cock slams home, his breath ragged against Aston’s ear before he pulls back just enough to slam forward again, the sound of flesh meeting flesh sharp and unfiltered. His hand slides between their bodies, slick with spit, as Aston moans around the cock in his mouth, fingers tangled in the blond’s hair.