Mario Costa and Richie Sabatini

Mario Costa grips Richie Sabatini’s hips as he kneels, tongue deep in his throat while the towel-draped bench creaks beneath them. Sabatini’s fingers dig into Mario’s shoulders as he sucks hard, his own cock throbbing in his fist, one hand slick with pre-cum, the other tracing Mario’s rimmed hole. The locker room’s concrete floor stays silent as Mario’s tongue swirls against Sabatini’s ass, the air thick with the scent of sweat and need.