Wesley Woods and Michael Roman

Wesley Woods kneels over Michael Roman’s spread legs, his bearded jaw working as he drags a tongue over the tight pucker of his hole while Roman grips the edge of the exam table, fingers flexing around his own cock. The stethoscope dangles from his neck as Wesley’s tattooed knuckles press just inside, then retreats to lick the slick rim again, while Roman’s blond partner stands behind him, clipboard forgotten, his palm already slick with precome as he guides his own thick shaft into the asshole stretched open by fingers. The table creaks under them, medical tools abandoned as Wesley’s mouth seals over Roman’s hole, his breath hot against the pucker before he pulls back to let the blond’s cock slide deeper.