Gabriel Clark kneels before Asher Hawk, his tongue tracing the tight ring of his hole while Hawk grips his own cock, thick and flushed. The bearded man’s fingers dig into Clark’s shoulders as he leans in, lips sealing over his own shaft before pulling back to lick the slick head. A tattooed forearm rests against the wall, steadying Hawk as Clark’s mouth takes him deep, his throat working around the fat length. The air hums with the wet sounds of lube-slicked fingers circling Hawk’s entrance, then slipping inside, Clark’s knuckles pressing against his stretched hole before the slow, deliberate thrust of his cock follows.
