Handful of Faith

Adrian Hart’s thick fingers stretch Sherman Maus’s hole open as Wrex Wylde kneels behind him, tongue tracing the tight ring before pulling back to suck hard. The blond’s muscles ripple under Sherman’s grip, his ass clenching around the fist while Wrex’s lips seal over the puckered entrance, fingers already probing deeper. The bench frames their bodies in sharp relief, one man’s grip firm on the other’s hips as the fisted stretch and the sucked hole glisten.