Trained To Obey #02

The bald, tattooed man with the shaved head pins the muscular twin down while the third, muscular and inked, takes his place between his legs, fingers already working the hole. Uniform straps hang loose as the one on top drives deep, the yellow box pressed against his back for leverage. Their mouths crash together in rough, open-mouthed kisses while the other kneels behind, tongue already tracing the rim. No hesitation, just the wet, relentless rhythm of trained obedience.