Axel Rockham and Sumner Blayne fucks Michael Vente

Axel Rockham’s bearded grip tightens around his cock as Sumner Blayne kneels behind him, his dark hair framing the weight bench where Michael Vente lies spread-eagled, fingers already buried deep. The blond’s muscular chest rises with sharp breaths as Sumner’s tongue traces the crack of his ass before his teeth sink into the flesh, while Michael’s hole clenches around Axel’s thick shaft, his own fist working fast to keep pace. The gym’s cold metal echoes with wet slaps and the sound of bodies locked in motion, each man’s sweat-slicked skin glistening under the harsh lights.