James Walsh fucks Pip Caulfield

James Walsh pins Pip Caulfield against the glass, his grip tight on the stocky man’s hips as he drives deep with no barrier, the dark hair of both men slick with sweat and spit. Pip’s fingers dig into the mirror’s edge while Walsh’s tongue traces the tight ring of his asshole, then slips inside, his own cock already leaking onto the smooth, muscular back. The stocky one moans around Walsh’s cock in his mouth, the blond’s beard scraping against his throat as he chokes on the thick, unprotected thrusts.