FTM Joey Michaels & J.D. Manning at Jock Pussy

Passion is a key emotion in Joey Michaels and J.D. Manning’s session for Jock Pussy

On Jock Pussy, Joey Michaels and J.D. Manning’s slow-burn passion erupts in sloppy blowjobs and relentless fucking, redefining raw desire.

Joey Michaels’ gaze lingers on J.D. Manning’s burly frame—the thicket of chest hair, the beard shadowing his jaw, the monstrous cock straining against his jeans. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” Joey breathes, already on his knees, lips parted. J.D.’s smirk is all confidence as he fists Joey’s hair, guiding that eager mouth to his throbbing girth.

“Suck it like you mean it, pretty boy.”

Joey obeys, hollowing his cheeks as J.D.’s cock slides deeper, saliva glistening down his shaft. The sloppy rhythm draws ragged groans from the bearded bear, his hips bucking to meet Joey’s throat. “Christ, your mouth…” J.D. growls, but patience isn’t his strength tonight. He yanks Joey up, flipping him onto the bed, and tears away his jeans.

“That bonus hole’s gonna scream for me,” J.D. rasps, spreading Joey’s cheeks wide. His tongue lashes Joey’s twitching hole, slow and deliberate, until the younger man’s moans pitch higher. “Beg for it,” J.D. demands, thrusting two fingers inside, curling them just so. Joey arches, babbling “Please—fuck me, J.D., now—”

J.D. Manning doesn’t need coaxing. He sheathes himself in one brutal thrust, Joey’s cry muffled by the pillows. “Tighter than I dreamed,” J.D. grunts, pistoning harder, his beard scraping Joey’s neck as he whispers filth: “You’re built for this cock, slut.”

Joey Michaels claws at the sheets as J.D. hammers his pussy with military precision. When J.D. flips him onto his back, slamming back in, Joey’s legs lock around his waist—a silent plea for more.

“Gonna fill you till you’re dripping,” J.D. snarls, his pace turning feral. Joey’s scream splits the air as he cums untouched, ropes painting his stomach, while J.D. empties himself deep inside, claiming every inch.