Justin Conway and Timmy Taylor

Justin Conway’s beard scrapes against Timmy Taylor’s jaw as he grips his hips, fingers already working the tight hole while the Santa hat slips low on his forehead. Taylor’s tongue traces the seam of Conway’s ass, then pulls back to let the thick cock slide deep with every rough thrust, the bed sheets tangled in their grip. The blond’s hands dig into the red accents of the sheets as Conway’s breath hitches, his voice low and guttural with every word.