Max Saga gets fucked by Sir Peter

Sir Peter’s beard scrapes Max Saga’s chest as he grips his thighs, fingers already working the tight hole while Max’s mouth drags along his chest hair. The bench creaks under Max’s weight as Sir Peter lines up, the thick cock pressing against his ass before the first hard thrust drives him down. Hairy chests press together, tongues tangled as Sir Peter’s grip tightens on Max’s hips, bareback.