Jd Phoenix and Bobby Hart

Jd Phoenix leans against the shower tiles, his dark hair slicked back as Bobby Hart kneels between his legs, gripping his cock with rough precision while the water hisses around them. The tattooed man’s fingers probe Phoenix’s tight hole with deliberate pressure, his own smooth, muscular chest glistening under the spray as he braces against the wall. Bobby’s mouth seals over Phoenix’s shaft, swallowing deep before pulling back just enough to let the water cascade over them both.