Danny Franklin fucks Thomas South

Danny Franklin grips Thomas South’s hips as he drives deep, his firefighter uniform creaking with each thrust while the other kneels, tongue swirling against his asshole before fingers plunge inside. The dark-haired, muscular man above bends him over, his grip bruising as Danny’s cock slams home, while Thomas’s hands grip the edge of the bed, his breath ragged. One moment he’s sucking Danny’s length until his throat burns, the next he’s rimmed open, lips stretched around the other’s fingers. The only sound is the wet slap of flesh and the groan of a man who knows exactly how this ends.