Mason Dixon’s thick beard bristles as he grips Will Angell’s hips, his tattooed knuckles digging into the hairy flesh while Will’s shaved head leans back into the bench straps, his asshole stretched open by Dixon’s thick fingers. The gym’s cold metal echoes with the wet smack of lips against skin as Angell takes Dixon’s cock deep, his hole clenching around the shaft before he turns, tongue tracing the crease of Dixon’s ass with deliberate precision. Strapped in, Dixon drives forward with force, his muscles bunching as he fucks Angell’s tight hole against the bench, the air thick with the scent of sweat and need.
