Neil Scott, Felix Harris and Sly Conan

Neil Scott grips Felix Harris’s cock while Sly Conan kneels between them, his tattooed chest glistening as he takes the blond’s dick deep. The locker room fills with the sound of sucking and the slap of yellow towels against skin, their muscles flexing as they lean into each other, hands exploring, lips locked. Felix’s beard brushes Sly’s jaw as he jerks off, his grip tight around his own shaft, while Neil’s fingers trace the other’s ass, tracing the wet heat between them.