Sean Taylor & Jake Hunter

Jake Hunter’s beard scrapes Sean Taylor’s painted ribs as he pins him down, the yellow stripes on his chest bleeding into the dark hair of his chest. The strap bites into Jake’s wrist while he works his fingers into Sean’s asshole, then takes his cock deep, swallowing until the painted lines blur with spit. Sean’s glasses fog as Jake turns him over, the same hands that just fingered him now gripping his hips before slamming into his hole.