Cole Church & Mark Something

Cole Church and Mark Something pass a cuffed wrist between them over a table, the dark-haired one gripping the slim, clean-shaven man’s fingers while the other watches, muscular and still fully dressed. The blond’s mouth seals over the bearded man’s cock, taking him deep before his tongue drags up the underside, slow and deliberate, while the third man leans against a locker, his hands braced on his thighs. Fingers probe the tight hole of the one still clothed, slicking open the asshole with practiced pressure as the sucking never stops, the sounds of wet suction filling the room.