Rad Matthews & Chris Porter

Rad Matthews pins Chris Porter’s spread legs with a strap, his tattooed chest flexing as he guides his mouth to the dark-haired man’s hole. Chris moans around Rad’s fingers, his own muscular arms gripping the sheets while he sucks the other’s cock with rough, hungry strokes. Feet press against each other, tangled in the restraint, as Rad’s tongue traces the tight ring before driving deep. The only sounds are wet slaps and Chris’s breathless gasps as Rad takes him from behind, his grip on the strap the only thing keeping him still.