Pack Attack 8: J.R. Bronson

J.R. Bronson and the tattooed brute on the bench behind him pin Mario Costa’s hips down while Levi Madison’s tongue drags slow circles around his hole, red bandages wrapped tight around wrists that grip the edge. Luke Milan kneels between James Ryder’s spread legs, his mouth locked tight on the cock already slick with spit, while another pair of hands, calloused, tattooed, plunge deep into Mario’s ass, fingers slick with lube. The locker room fills with the wet sounds of group oral, teeth scraping against skin, and the sharp, rhythmic thrusts of a cock buried to the hilt.