Jaxon Radoc’s hands grip Darius Ferdynand’s hips while he drives deep, the strap binding his wrists behind him as the lean, clean-shaven man takes every thrust. Darius moans around Jaxon’s cock as he sucks hard, his fingers already working his hole before the first slow, deliberate plunge. The heart-shaped cutouts in the backdrop frame the way Jaxon’s beard brushes his skin, his breath ragged as he rims him before lining up again.
