Diego Sans, Jake Andrews and Jordan Levine

Diego Sans grips Jake Andrews’ cock with a tattooed forearm while Jordan Levine kneels, his clean-shaven jaw locked over the thick shaft, fingers digging into Jake’s thighs as he takes every inch. The gym’s steel racks loom behind them, their muscles straining as Diego’s other hand wraps around his own cock, pumping hard against the wall. Jordan’s tongue works Jake’s length with deliberate precision, his smooth chest rising and falling with each deep, wet pull.