Donnie Argento grips the bench as Jaxx Maxim kneels, his bearded jaw tight with focus while his tattooed fingers stretch Argento’s hole open. The cylindrical prop slides between them, Jaxx takes it deep, his dark hair brushing Argento’s shaved scalp as he works the thick shaft. Argento’s grip on the bench turns to a fistful of fabric, his breath ragged when Jaxx finally flips him, driving into him hard with no hesitation.
