Marcello Mastro and Andy Star

Marcello Mastro grips Andy Star’s hips, shoving his face into the bed while the blond’s tattooed chest rises with ragged breaths. His fingers probe Star’s tight hole, slick with spit, as the harnessed man pulls his cock free and slams it home, and unrelenting. Star’s ass clenches around him, mouth still pressed to the sheets, while Marcello licks the sweat from his spine, then drags his tongue lower, circling the puckered hole before taking it deep. The bed creaks under their weight, the only sound the wet slap of flesh meeting flesh.