Connor Maguire and Casey Jacks

Connor Maguire kneels before Casey Jacks, his beard pressed tight against the dark hair framing his hole as fingers probe deep. The mirror reflects Casey’s cock sliding wet between Maguire’s lips, his grip tightening around the shaft while his own ass is rimmed by the other’s tongue. Hands work fast, one pulling, one pushing, until the sink’s cold surface bears the weight of their urgency.