Ray Stang & Clay

Ray Stang and Clay kneel over the stocky man’s spread thighs, his gray-stubbled jaw locked onto the tight asshole while Clay’s fingers probe the hole with deliberate pressure. The dark-haired one on the couch grips his own cock, thick and flushed, as the other’s tongue swipes over slicked flesh before pulling back to lick the purple towel clutched between them. Their mouths crash together in rough kisses while a second hand slides between the stocky man’s legs, fingers curling into the puckered entrance.