Austin Wolf fucks Derek Bolt

Austin Wolf shaves his head clean, his tattoos tracing the muscle of his chest as he grips a wrench, then drops to his knees on the bench, legs spread, fingers circling his asshole while the workshop’s tools hum in the background. His white undergarments stay in place as he leans forward, hands braced on his knees, then flips onto his back, one leg bent high as his other fingers press deeper. The bench creaks under him, his hole wet and open, the only sound the steady rasp of his breath and the distant clatter of metal.