Ian and Mr Landon

Ian Landon’s hands knead Myles’ taut, oiled muscles while he grips the balding, broad-shouldered man’s thighs, fingers digging deep into the tight ass. The slick oil glides between their bodies as Myles arches under the pressure, his back arching as Ian works the oil into every ridge of his lower back. Both men wear only white underwear, the fabric barely concealing the way their bodies move together.