Hank Rivers and Ace Woodruff

Hank Rivers grips Ace Woodruff’s tight hole with a thick fist, his beard rough against the other man’s hairy chest as he leans forward for deep penetration. Ace kneels on a red surface, his stocky frame braced on yellow padding while Rivers’ muscular arms strain with the force of the stretch. The air hums with the wet, deliberate sound of fingers working open the tightest passage, fingers slick with lube as the fist pushes slow and relentless into the asshole.