Carl Baxter and Milo Peters

Carl Baxter grips Milo Peters’ hips as he drives deep, his dark hair falling forward over the mat’s red-and-white squares while Milo’s fingers trace the tight ring of his asshole. Baxter’s smooth, muscular chest presses against the mat as he sucks hard on Peters’ neck, his grip tightening around the thick cock that pulses between them. Peters moans low, his own fingers working the slick hole before Baxter finally slams into him, the sound of flesh meeting flesh sharp and unfiltered.