Lee Daniels, Shaun Mann and Tommy Curtis

Shaun Mann grips Tommy Curtis’s hips as he drives deep into his asshole, the wet sound of flesh slapping skin cutting through the air, while Lee Daniels kneels behind, his tongue tracing the slick ring before plunging inside. Curtis bends over a pool’s edge, his smooth, muscular back arched as Mann holds him steady, fingers probing his hole before the first rough thrust. Daniels licks the rimmed asshole clean, his dark hair brushing the water as he kneels between them, the three bodies tangled in a rough, unbroken rhythm.