Bishop Angus grips Ian Levine’s hips, his beard rough against the smooth skin of his ass as he drives into him hard, the green suspenders slipping from his shoulders. Ian kneels on the couch, his bald head bowed while Angus licks and fingers his hole, then takes him deep with slow, deliberate thrusts. The chair creaks as Angus holds him steady, his muscular chest pressed against Ian’s back, the hair on his chest and arms contrasting with the clean-shaven jaw of the younger man.
More scout galleries
More young and older galleries
