Jd Phoenix and Dustin Fitch

Jd Phoenix grips Dustin Fitch’s cock with steady hands, his mouth sealed tight around the thick shaft as the stocky man’s graying beard glints under the light. The tattooed arm flexes to angle the shaft deeper, lips stretched wide as the first pulses of cum flood his throat. When he pulls back, the milky trail drips from his lips, unhurried, while Fitch’s dark-haired partner kneels behind him, fingers already parting the tight hole.