Peter Pounder’s beard scrapes against Jake Porter’s throat as he grips his jaw, fingers digging into the muscle while his tongue forces open lips slick with spit. Jake lies flat, his ass raised off the sheets as Pounder’s cock slams home, the bed creaking with every brutal thrust, while his own fingers probe deep into the other’s hole. The air thickens with the wet sounds of sucking and the sharp inhale of rimming, their bodies tangled in a mess of sweat and need.
