Vasily Popov fucks Konstantin Vasin

Vasily Popov pins Konstantin Vasin face-down, gripping his hips as the towel slips from his fingers, while his tongue traces the tight ring of his asshole. The blond kneels behind, fingers probing deep before his mouth seals over the puckered hole, lips stretching as Konstantin arches into the pressure. Popov’s cock stands rigid, his grip tightening around Konstantin’s waist as he guides himself into the tight heat, bareback, without hesitation. The slick sound of flesh meeting flesh fills the air as he drives forward, each thrust pulling a choked gasp from Konstantin’s throat.