Luke Volta fucks Titus Snow

Luke Volta’s tattooed hands grip Titus Snow’s hips as he drives deep, the blond’s smooth chest rising with every thrust. Titus kneels on the park bench, his dark hair falling over his face as Volta’s cock slides in and out, rough and relentless. Before that, Volta’s mouth was on him, tongue deep in his asshole while fingers worked his hole open. The grass beneath them is damp, the air thick with the sounds of sucking and the wet slap of flesh.