Master Myles and The Boy Austin

Myles kneels with a belt wrapped tight around his waist, the strap’s leather bite visible as he takes Austin’s ass in his mouth, fingers probing deep while the younger man stands rigid, gripping his own cock. The blond’s hole is stretched open by Myles’ tongue, his own hands working over his own shaft as the older man’s beard brushes against his thighs. When Myles flips him onto his stomach, the belt snaps into place again, holding Austin down as he’s fucked from behind, his ass glistening with spit from the rimming that came before.