Blake Dawson’s tattooed arms coil around Super Steve’s hairless chest as he grips the blond’s hips, fingers digging into muscle while the other man’s mouth works his cock with slow, deliberate strokes. Super Steve’s dark hair falls forward as he bends over the rope, his hole already slick with preparation, while Blake’s bearded jaw tightens over the sight of his own hand pumping furiously beside them. The air hums with the wet sounds of sucking and the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh, the blond’s cock glistening as it disappears between Super Steve’s lips before he turns, fingers probing deep.
