Angel Ventura’s thick cock hovers over Jack Andy’s bent, sweat-slicked back as the sauna’s steam thickens the air around them, the bench groaning under their weight. Jack’s fingers dig into the wood while Ventura’s lips seal around his hole, tongue tracing the tight ring before his cock drives deep, the head splitting him open. A hand grips the shaft, pumping hard as Ventura’s other fist works his own length, cum already beading at the tip. The bench creaks with every thrust, the wet sounds of rimming and sucking mixing with the slap of flesh against skin.
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