Mark Winters fucks Bishop Angus

Mark Winters grips Bishop Angus’s hips, his beard rough against the older man’s hairy chest as he lines up for a deep thrust. The tattooed one lies sprawled beneath, his asshole already slicked by Winters’ fingers, while Angus’s lips drag along the bedsheets, rimming with deliberate slowness. Winters drives in hard, his cock buried to the root as Angus arches to meet each stroke, his hole stretched wide by the thick invasion. The bed creaks under their weight, pillows shoved behind Angus’s back to tilt him just right for the brutal fucking.