Billy Rubens, Janusz Gol and Luke Desmond

Billy Rubens pins Janusz Gol’s wrists with a strap while Luke Desmond kneels behind him, tongue deep in his asshole as fingers stretch him open. The dark-haired, muscular men move without pause, Rubens’ grip tightens as Desmond’s cock swells, already slick with spit, while Gol arches into the pressure, his hole glistening. The bed creaks under them, the only sound the wet slap of tongue and the rough rasp of breath as they take turns, one at a time.