President Lee & Elder Campbell

President Lee stands over Elder Campbell, gripping his hips as he drives deep into his ass, while Elder kneels with his head bowed, lips tracing the crease of Lee’s thighs before pulling back to lick the crack of his ass. Lee’s fingers dig into Campbell’s waist as he adjusts his angle, the older man’s breath hitching around the wet, deliberate pressure of his tongue on his hole. Campbell’s hands brace against Lee’s thighs, his body arched just right as Lee slams in, the sound of flesh meeting flesh sharp and unfiltered.