Liam Greer and Cesar Rossi

Liam Greer’s tattooed arms grip the locker room bench as Cesar Rossi kneels, his clean-shaven jaw locked onto Greer’s hole while his fingers stretch the tight ring. Towels are twisted between them, one clutched in Greer’s fist, the other draped over Rossi’s shoulders as he sucks, his dark hair brushing the bench. The air smells of sweat and salt as Rossi’s tongue laps at the puckered entrance before his cock drives deep, bareback, the bench creaking under their weight.