Friends With All The Right Moves

Cesar Rossi grips Dalton Riley’s hips hard as he tongues his hole, the bearded man’s tattooed chest pressed flush against the locker while Riley arches into it, fingers already working his ass. The blond’s cock swells between them as he jerks off, cum dripping down his wrist, while Rossi’s mouth stays locked on him, teeth scraping the sensitive skin. The wooden bench creaks under Dalton’s weight as he rides his own fingers, his ass clenching around them, the air thick with the scent of sweat and the wet slap of lips on skin.