Devy fucks Kyle Connors

Devy grips Kyle Connors’ shoulders, his dark hair slick with sweat as they wrestle in singlets on the mat, the air thick with the scent of rubber and effort. Kyle’s muscular frame bends over lockers while Devy’s fingers probe his hole, then his mouth seals around his cock, swallowing deep before flipping him onto his back for rough missionary. The tattoos on his arms flex as he drives into Kyle’s ass from behind, the bench creaking under their weight, while Devy’s light hair brushes the wrestling mat.