Clay & Hunter Gold

Hunter Gold and the graying, stocky man kneel on the bed, his fingers working Hunter’s hole while the other grips his cock, both slick with spit and need. The dark-haired, muscular one takes Hunter’s mouth in a bruising kiss before dropping to his knees, swallowing him deep as the other strokes himself, his grip tight around his shaft. They shift positions, Hunter straddling the bed as the graying man flips him onto his back, fingers still probing, while the other lines up behind him, the head of his cock already wet with anticipation.