Angel Pedroza grips Tom Wolfe’s hips, his fingers digging into the muscle as he slams into his mouth, the black cap tilted low over his forehead. Wolfe chokes around his cock, wrists wrapped in leather bands, while Pedroza’s other hand jerks himself off hard, spittle dripping from his lips onto Wolfe’s chest. The metal frame holds them steady, one bent over it, the other driving forward, teeth scraping against skin as they fuck each other’s faces.
