Ian and Mr Landon

Ian Levine pins Mr Landon’s spread legs to the bed while Myles Landon kneels between them, tongue deep in his asshole as fingers stretch him open. The dark-haired, hairless top grips his hips hard, driving slow and deliberate into the hole, his own mouth pressed to the other’s neck as they hold hands across the stretch. Bareback, the thrusts grow rougher, the rimmed lips slick with spit before the first thick spill fills the air.