Milan Steel’s thick arms grip the hose as he pins Buster Sly against the wall, his beard rough against the dark-skinned man’s throat while he works his tongue deep into his mouth. Sly’s fingers dig into Steel’s shoulders as he’s fingered hard, his hole already slick with anticipation. The spray of water behind them blurs the edges of the scene, but the focus stays on Steel’s relentless grip and the way Sly’s body arches under his touch.
