Adam Champ fucks Shay Michaels

Adam Champ grips Shay Michaels’ hips, his beard rough against the dark hair framing his face as he drives into the tight, hairy asshole from behind, the weight of his muscular frame pressing them both into the cold metal of the gym bench. Shay’s fingers dig into the edge as Champ’s tongue traces the rimmed hole before his teeth clamp down, the sound of wet suction mixing with the slap of skin against skin. Bent over the weight rack, Champ’s cock stretches him open, his own breath ragged as he holds Shay’s waist, fingers tangled in the thick chest hair. The gym’s fluorescent lights cut through the sweat and grunts, every thrust pulling them deeper into the grip of the bench.