Brent Biscayne and Conner O'Reilly

Brent Biscayne pins Conner O’Reilly over a locker-room bench, his grip tight as the shorter man kneels behind him, fingers already working the tight hole while Brent’s cock throbs against the air. The blond’s smooth chest presses into the wood as Conner’s tongue traces the crack of his ass, then takes him deep with a slow, deliberate suck. Muscles strain under the fluorescent glow, one man’s weight pinning the other down as Brent drives into him hard, the bench groaning beneath their sweat-slicked bodies.