Peter Annaud, Jim Durden & Jeremy Robbins

Peter Annaud lies flat on his back, his dark hair slicked back as Jim Durden kneels between his legs, tongue deep in his ass while Jeremy Robbins stands behind him, gripping his hips and driving into him hard. The green-tinted room hums with shelves and bottles in the background as Durden’s fingers work Peter’s hole open, his own cock glistening with spit. Robbins pulls out just enough to let Durden take over, his own hands gripping Annaud’s thighs as he returns, the three of them moving in a rough, unspoken rhythm.