Stany Falcone stands gripping a barbell, his muscles straining as Adrian Veidt kneels before him, lips locked tight around his cock while fingers dig into his ass. The concrete jungle behind them, tagged walls, cracked pavement, witnesses the shift from sweat-soaked grip to, desperate thrusts as Stany flips him over, driving into Adrian’s hole with brutal precision. Veidt’s hands grip the ground, his own cock slick with spit as Stany’s weight pins him down, the air thick with the sounds of flesh slapping and breath ragged between grunts.
