Ari Sylvio, Drew Cutler and Tristan Jaxx

Ari Sylvio grips Tristan Jaxx’s hips while Drew Cutler kneels behind, his tongue tracing the tight ring before slipping inside, both men locked in a rough, unbroken rhythm on the bench. Sylvio’s dark hair falls forward as he drives deep, his muscles straining against the smooth skin of Jaxx’s ass, while Cutler’s fingers dig into the curve of his thighs, guiding the thrusts. The locker room hums with the wet slap of flesh, the sharp inhale of Jaxx’s breath as Sylvio’s cock bottoms out, and the low, guttural groan of Cutler’s voice when he finally takes Sylvio’s length into his mouth.