Cesar Rossi and Jacob Woods

Cesar Rossi’s thick beard brushes Jacob Woods’ chest as he grips his cock, fingers slick with spit, while Woods kneels between his legs, tongue tracing the dark hair around his hole. The chain around Rossi’s neck glints as Woods pulls him closer, lips sealing over his shaft in a tight, wet grip, his own fist working his own length in time with the suck. A watch glints on Rossi’s wrist as Woods fingers him open, his own cock leaking against the floor, the air thick with the scent of sweat and musk.