Sexy Brits Jay & Taylor Jay At Blake Mason
Jay and Taylor Jay start their session for Blake Mason a little hesitantly and timidly, but soon become uncontrollable and unrestrained, exactly what we expect from two gay men on camera. They start slow, spooned tight, Taylor’s stubble scratching Jay’s shoulder with each thrust. But restraint crumbles fast. Jay braces on all fours, head shoved into a pillow as Taylor pounds into him with the rhythm of a lad who’s memorized every twitch of Jay’s body from weeks of edging each other. Fingers claw at Jay’s hips, leaving crescent marks as Taylor hits angles that rip ragged cries from Jay’s throat.
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Flipping onto his back, Jay hooks his knees over Taylor’s shoulders, toes curling as the pace turns punishing. His own cock slaps against his stomach, leaking steadily until Taylor’s thumb swipes over the slit, thumbing in circles that tip Jay over the edge. Cum stripes his chest in thick ropes, hips bucking wildly as Taylor drives into him through the aftershocks.
Taylor pulls out halfway, jerking himself off with rough strokes until hot spurts hit Jay’s abdomen, chest, chin—a glistening map of the mess. For a heartbeat, they’re both still, panting. Then Taylor collapses beside him, dragging a sticky palm up Jay’s thigh before leaning in to crush their mouths together. The kiss tastes bitter-salt, desperation replaced by lazy satisfaction. Jay’s hand drifts to his own softening cock, smearing their mixed spend across his skin as Taylor’s laugh rumbles low against his neck.
