Raf Koons fucks Claude Sorel

Raf Koons pins Claude Sorel’s hips down with his hands while his tongue traces the tight ring of his asshole, fingers already working the slick heat inside. The blond’s beard brushes Claude’s neck as he takes the first slow thrust, gripping the pillow beneath him to keep the angle deep. No barrier between them, just the rough, unbroken glide of Raf’s cock hitting the back of Claude’s throat, his own breath ragged against the other’s ear.