Connor Maguire & Mike De Marko

Connor Maguire pins Mike De Marko’s hips down while the stethoscope rests cold against his ribs, tracing the curve of his spine before sliding lower, his fingers already working the tight ring of his asshole. The blood pressure cuff tightens around Mike’s wrist as Connor’s tongue laps at the puckered flesh, then pulls back to watch his own cock jerk in time with the slow, deliberate thrusts of his fingers. The medical props aren’t just decoration; they’re part of the pressure, the weight of the cuff matching the stretch of Mike’s hole as Connor finally drives into him, deep and unhurried.