Kit Cohen and Maverick Sun

Kit Cohen’s beard scrapes Maverick Sun’s chest as he grips his hips, fingers already working the tight hole while Sun’s tongue drags up the thick cock. The blond’s ass clenches around him, wet and stretched, as Cohen’s tattoos flex against the sheets, his grip bruising. Sun moans into the suck of his own cock, the hair on his chest rough against Cohen’s mouth, before flipping him onto his back, pillows propping his legs wide for the next thrust.