Andrei Karenin & Jeroen Mondrian

Andrei Karenin grips the edge of the bench as Jeroen Mondrian’s mouth seals around his cock, the bigger man’s dark hair slick with sweat and the sharp scent of the gym mixing with the taste of salt. One hand slides between his thighs, fingers probing deep while the other grips the bench’s padded edge, muscles straining as Mondrian’s tongue traces the tight ring before pulling back to lick his way up. The bench’s cold metal bites into his spine as Karenin arches, his breath ragged, the wet sounds of bareback fucking filling the air as Mondrian drives into him with rough, unrelenting thrusts.