Paul Wolf gets fucked by Tim Law

Tim Law grips Paul Wolf’s hips, fingers probing his tight asshole while his tongue swirls around the puckered hole, the short dark-haired man’s lean body stretched out on the mat. The blond, clean-shaven one kneels behind him, massaging his thighs with firm, deliberate strokes as a bottle, likely slick with lube, rests between them. Their hands clasp, fingers intertwined as Law’s mouth works the sensitive skin, the only sound the wet, rhythmic sounds of flesh and the occasional sharp intake of breath.