Benito Moss fucks Kenny Jacobs

Benito Moss pins Kenny Jacobs against the wall, his clean-shaven jaw tight as he grips the soccer ball between his thighs while Kenny kneels, fingers already working the tight asshole slick with spit. The orange towels on the bench stay folded, untouched, as Benito’s hands dig into Kenny’s hips, pulling him flush against the wall for a rough kiss before his mouth finds the hole again, tongue pressing deep. Kenny’s athletic build sags into the pressure, his dark hair damp with sweat as Benito’s grip never loosens.