Alan Colter fucks Adrian Bennet

Alan Colter’s dark hair frames a face pressed tight against Adrian Bennet’s as he grips his hips, fingers digging into the smooth, muscular back while the other man’s tongue traces the seam of his asshole. Painted lines glide over skin as they flip, Adrian’s mouth sealing around Colter’s cock before he turns, taking his turn with a rough suck that pulls a groan from the other’s throat. The fur beneath them is thick, muffling the wet sounds of their mouths on each other’s holes, fingers working in tandem to stretch and tease.