Greg Hunter’s beard scrapes against Leo Foxx’s neck as he grips his jaw, fingers digging into the smooth, muscular shoulders while Leo Foxx’s tongue drags down his throat. The blond’s cock swells in Hunter’s hand as he guides it to Foxx’s mouth, the dark-skinned man’s lips sealing around the head with a tight, wet suction. When Hunter flips him onto the couch, Foxx’s ass lifts off the fabric, the tattoos on his back glistening as Hunter lines himself up and drives in with a sharp, possessive thrust.
