Andrew Stark kneels with his hole stretched open while Trevor Cash stands behind him, his cock thick and veined as he drives into him hard. The red cloth wrapped around Stark’s wrists leaves his fingers free to grip the sheets, his dark hair damp from Cash’s tongue tracing his asshole before the fingers follow. Cash’s beard brushes Stark’s back as he fucks him deep, his own cock sucked by Stark’s mouth before he turns to rim him, the wet sound of tongues on skin cutting through the rhythm of their bodies.
