President Oaks & Elder Sorensen

President Oaks pins Elder Sorensen’s hips down with a strap while his fingers stretch the older man’s hole open, the balding one’s knuckles slick with lube as he works his way in. Sorensen’s stocky frame arches under the pressure, his dark hair damp from the tongue tracing his tight ring before the fist follows, slow and deliberate. The younger man’s grip tightens on his own cock, thick and flushed, as Oaks finally bottoms out, his weight pinning Sorensen’s ass into the restraint.