Felix Kamp fucks Jack Andram

Felix Kamp grips Jack Andram’s hips, his beard rough against the smooth skin of his throat as he pulls him forward for a deep kiss, fingers already tracing the tight, hairless ass waiting below. The yellow cloth around his waist slips loose as Jack turns, his bald head gleaming under the light while he kneels, tongue swirling over Felix’s cock before taking it deep. The couch creaks as Felix pins him down, his tattooed arms flexing with every thrust, the rimmed hole clenching around his fingers before giving way to the thick, relentless fuck that leaves Jack gasping into the cushions.