Jacob Hansen & Dallas Preston

Jacob Hansen pins Dallas Preston’s wrists to the mat, his singlet tight across broad shoulders as the other man’s breath hitches between kisses, then his fingers probe Dallas’s tight hole, slick with anticipation. The wrestling room’s hard floor bears their weight as Jacob’s grip tightens, pulling Dallas’s ass up for deeper penetration, his own cock already straining against the fabric. When the singlets slip away, only the strength of their bodies remains, one kneeling, the other looming over him, fingers still buried.