Pierce Paris fucks Mike Tanner

Pierce Paris grips Mike Tanner’s hips, his bald head low as he drives the thick fist deep into his hole, the harness straps digging into Tanner’s smooth chest. Tanner bends over a wooden surface, his blond hair falling forward as Pierce’s muscular arms flex with each brutal thrust, the hairy chest glistening with sweat. The fist stretches him open, fingers probing relentlessly until Tanner’s breath hitches.