Ricky Larkin, Sharok and Wade Wolfgar

Ricky Larkin and Sharok dominate the bench with their raw strength, the bearded one’s tattooed arms gripping while the clean-shaven man’s hairy chest presses into his back. Wade Wolfgar kneels between them, his dark hair slick with sweat as he licks and fingers Ricky’s hole, the hairbrush snapping between them like a weapon. The air thickens with the sound of wet slaps and the bareback thrusts that leave no room for hesitation.