Stanley James and Justin Tiempo

Stanley James pins Justin Tiempo down on the couch, his tattooed arms flexing as he grips the leaner man’s hips, fingers already probing the tight hole while his mouth seals over the other’s lips. Green towels slip beneath them as Justin’s ass is worked open, his dark hair framing a face that’s already flushed from the first rough licks and the slow, deliberate stretch of fingers inside. The bareback tag doesn’t lie, no barrier between them, just the wet, greedy sounds of Stanley’s tongue tracing the rim before his cock takes over, slamming home with the kind of force that makes Justin’s body arch into it.