Bob Steel fucks Pan Bash

Bob Steel grips Pan Bash’s hips while he’s bent over, his knuckles white as he drives into the tight asshole with slow, deliberate thrusts. Pan Bash’s dark hair falls forward as he braces himself, his lean frame trembling with each hard push, while Bob Steel’s muscular chest rises and falls with the effort. His fingers dig into the restraint on Pan Bash’s wrist, holding him still as his cock slides in and out, slick with saliva and the wet heat of the asshole. When he pulls back, Bob Steel’s mouth seals around the cock still jerking in his hand, swallowing deep as Pan Bash’s breath hitches.