John Decker fucks Vito Marciano

John Decker’s tattooed, shaved head leans over Vito Marciano’s bent back as he tongues the tight ring of his asshole, fingers already probing deep while the bench creaks beneath them. Vito grips the edge with knuckles whitened by effort, his light skin flushed as Decker’s cock twitches against his thigh, slicked by spit and the red shorts tossed aside. The air hums with the wet slap of lips, the rough drag of nails down Vito’s spine, and the slow, deliberate thrusts that stretch him open.