Allen King, Sir Peter & Marco Antonio

Allen King grips the ropes while Sir Peter’s beard brushes his back, his cock thick and veined as Marco Antonio kneels behind him, tongue tracing the crack of his ass before slipping inside. Sir Peter’s fingers dig into Allen’s hips, pulling him back as Marco’s slim, tattooed frame bends over the bed, his hole stretched open by Allen’s slow, deliberate thrusts. The air hums with the wet sounds of sucking and the rhythmic slap of flesh against skin, while Sir Peter’s own hand works his cock, cum already beading at the tip.