Jessy Ares grips Scott Hunter’s thick cock while his tongue drags down the other man’s tight asshole, the bench creaking under their weight as sweat glistens on their hairless chests. Towels lie discarded as Hunter’s fingers probe Jessy’s hole, his own fist pumping furiously, cum already streaking his knuckles. The locker room’s wooden benches become their stage, no clothes left, just need.
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