Texas Bull grips Dusty Williams’ waist, his fingers slick with spit as he works the rim while Redd kneels behind, his dark skin smooth against the sheets. The bearded man in the harness, muscles taut, tattoos tracing his arms, holds Dusty’s hips down, his mouth already wrapped tight around his cock. Fingers dig deep, tongues lash, and the bed creaks under the weight of three bodies moving in sync.
