Erik West and Robby Rodriguez

Erik West kneels on a stool while Robby Rodriguez stands, his dark hair framing a muscular frame as West’s mouth locks onto his feet, the plastic bag crinkling between them. Robby’s clean-shaven jaw tightens as fingers probe his asshole, his cock stiffening under the attention, while West’s own hand works his own shaft with rough, deliberate strokes. The aisle hums with the wet sounds of sucking and the slick drag of fingers, bodies shifting from clothed to bare as the scene strips away everything but the, unfiltered act.