Pierce Paris fucks Braxton Hill

Pierce Paris grips his own cock through his underwear, the blond’s lean frame hunched over the couch as he tugs it free with slow, deliberate fingers. Braxton Hill watches from behind, his bearded jaw tight, the last of his briefs slipping down his thighs before his hands hover near his mouth, then his face, as if testing the weight of what’s coming. The cushions dig into their backs, the room reduced to the sound of skin against fabric, the way Pierce’s grip tightens just before he leans forward, his mouth already parted.