Aj Sloan fucks Myott Hunter

Aj Sloan pins Myott Hunter to the table, his fingers digging into the dark skin as the other’s pale lips wrap tight around his cock, the tattoos on his arms flexing with the force. Myott’s slim body twists under him, his asshole already slicked open by Sloan’s fingers, the rimmed tongue dragging up the crack before the chair creaks as Sloan flips him onto his stomach. The only sounds are the wet slap of lips, the rough inhale of breath, and the slow, deliberate thrust of Sloan’s cock sinking into the stretched hole.