Brent Taylor and Brute Club

Brent Taylor kneels between Brute Club’s spread legs, his mouth locked tight around the thick cock while the bearded man grips his own shaft, spilling hot ropes over his chest. The muscular one leans against the brick wall, fingers probing deep as Taylor’s tongue swirls around the head, his own hole slick with the other’s tongue. Brute Club’s grip tightens, his knuckles white as he guides himself into the kneeling man’s ass, the sound of flesh slapping wet against the wall.