Justin Matthews Pounds Oliver Marks

Justin Matthews slathers Oliver Marks’ back in oil, fingers digging into his shoulders before sliding down to knead his ass cheeks. “Relax,” Justin growls, thumb prodding Oliver’s hole as oil drips between his thighs. Oliver arches, moaning into the table as Justin’s slick hand jacks his cock raw. “Your turn,” Oliver rasps, flipping over to suck Justin’s dick with wet, sloppy gulps, fingers scissoring Justin’s oil-slick hole.

Justin shoves Oliver onto the table, spit-mixing with oil as he rams into him bareback. “Take it,” he snarls, hips pounding Oliver’s prostate, oil-smeared hands pinning his wrists. Oliver’s legs hook around Justin’s waist, heels digging into his ass to force him deeper. “*Fuck—*breed me—” he chokes, cock leaking onto his stomach.

They flip—Oliver riding Justin’s shaft, oiled ass slapping down until Justin’s balls ache. “Drain me,” Justin grunts, slapping Oliver’s reddening cheeks as his cock swells. Oliver clenches, milking Justin’s load into his guts before collapsing, cum spurting across Justin’s chest.