Jwilds gets pounded from behind and groans into the cushions

Barefoot and stripped down, Jwilds braces against the couch while a masked top grips his hip and drives a long dark cock into him from behind. Every stroke pulls back and slams home, heavy and relentless. His calves kick the cushions, sweat beads across the top's thighs, and the room fills with skin slapping and the creak of the couch under both of them. Jwilds grunts and takes it, rocking forward with each impact.