Dr Wolf and Richie

Legrand Wolf grips Richie West’s hips as he slams into his tight ass, the couch groaning beneath them under a pile of red holiday garland. West’s fingers dig into the armrest while Wolf’s beard scrapes his throat as he takes his cock deep, the air thick with the scent of pine and sweat. Wolf’s stocky frame pins him down, his own hole stretched wide as West’s tongue traces the rim before his fingers push inside, slick with pre-cum. The only sound is the wet slap of skin and the muffled groan of West’s muffled mouth around Wolf’s cock, Christmas lights flickering in the background.