Antony Carter and Austin Cook

Antony Carter ties Jacob Dolce’s wrist to the couch, his dark hair framing a muscular frame as he pins him down while Austin Cook kneels between his legs, licking and fingering him. The stocky man’s smooth skin glistens under the touch, his hole already stretched as Cook’s tongue works him open. Carter’s grip tightens, his own cock hard against the fabric, while Dolce arches into the pleasure, his fingers buried in Cook’s hair as he rims him back. The strap holds him still, no escape, just the wet, relentless pressure of two men taking turns.