Sir Peter fucks Ridick

Sir Peter’s bearded, tattooed grip tightens around Ridick’s asshole as he works a thick fist inside, the slick sound of lube mixing with the wet slap of skin. Ridick bends over the bed, his muscular back flexing as Sir Peter’s fingers probe deeper, while his own hand jerks off against the sheets. The clean-shaven man’s hole clenches around the intrusion, his breath ragged as Sir Peter’s fist stretches him open.