Steve Hunt fucks Flavio Valentino

Steve Hunt grips Flavio Valentino’s hips, his wristbands marking the sweat-slicked wood as he drives deep into his asshole, the bench creaking under their weight. Flavio’s fingers dig into the edge, his mouth sealing around Hunt’s cock as he takes every thrust, the locker room’s stale air thick with the sound of flesh slapping skin. Hunt’s hands slide down, pulling him tighter against the bench while his tongue traces the tight ring of his asshole, the red bands glinting in the dim light.