Mason Wyler and Shane Frost kneel over a towel, one gripping the other’s hips while his fingers dig into the tight, hairless asshole, the blond’s breath ragged as he’s fucked from behind. The bearded Frost sucks Mason’s cock deep, his throat working around the thick shaft as the standing man’s hands grip the couch edge, his muscles straining. The towel slips as they shift, revealing bare skin slick with sweat and cum, one man’s asshole glistening from the fingers still probing it.
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