Alexander Dorch & Jace Reed

Alexander Dorch grips Jace Reed’s hips hard as he drives into him, the locker room’s hard surfaces pressed against their sweating bodies. Reed moans around Dorch’s cock, his fingers already working the other’s asshole while the bench creaks under their weight. Tattoos glint in the dim light as Dorch’s grip tightens, his breath ragged against Reed’s neck, the air thick with the sound of flesh slapping skin and the wet, desperate rhythm of bareback fucking.