Riff Dornan drives into Tim Moffie’s tight hole with rough, unrelenting strokes while his fingers dig into the couch cushion, the pool table’s green felt forgotten beneath them. Tim takes every inch, his ass clenching around the thick cock as Riff’s beard scratches his skin, his own fingers slick with pre-cum working the hole open before the real work begins. The close-up shows Riff’s hands gripping Tim’s hips, his knuckles white, while Tim’s asshole puckers around the intrusion, lips already swollen from the rim job that came before. No table, no couch, just two men, one buried deep, the other holding on as the fucking turns into something harder.
