Cliff Jensen and Ridge Michaels

Cliff Jensen’s tattooed arms grip Ridge Michaels’ hips as he slams into him on the locker room bench, the red gloves slick with sweat. Ridge’s short dark hair brushes the bench while Cliff’s fingers dig into his ass, his cock buried deep with every rough thrust. The air hums with the sound of skin slapping, his own hand wrapped tight around his shaft as Ridge sucks him off, tongue working fast against the head.