Luke Hass & Steve Cruz

Luke Hass grips Steve Cruz’s hips, his beard rough against the thick hair on his thighs as he shoves deep inside, the cage backdrop’s bars framing their bodies. Steve moans around Luke’s cock, his tongue working the shaft while fingers dig into his own asshole, the yellow caution tape glinting in the light. Hairy, tattooed, and relentless, they move without pause, sucking, fingering, rimming, until the only sound is the wet slap of flesh.