Mason Lear fucks Cooper King

Mason Lear kneels between Cooper King’s spread legs, his beard pressed against the dark hair framing a hairy chest, while King arches over the bed, gripping his own ass with rough hands. Lear’s tongue traces the tight ring of his hole, bareback, before pulling back to suck the puckered flesh between his lips. King’s weight shifts as he leans forward, offering his asshole again, the red curtains framing the white sheets in sharp contrast to the raw, unprotected grip of their bodies.