Hector De Silva fucks Axel Max

Hector De Silva pins Axel Max down on the couch, his tie loosened as the blond’s hands grip the fabric, while the other two watch from the edge of the frame, bearded and stocky, their suits tight against their muscles. The clean-shaven man’s weight presses Axel into the cushions, his fingers digging into the lapels as the dark-haired top shifts forward, the tie already undone. The scene stays sharp on the struggle of fabric and breath, the only sound the rustle of material and the hushed command of a man who knows exactly what he’s doing.