Matthieu Paris, David Castan and Nicolas Torri

Matthieu Paris and Nicolas Torri pin David Castan’s hips down with leather straps while he kneels, his shaved head and muscular frame bared as Matthieu’s thick fist works his asshole. David’s tattooed torso twists under the pressure, his hole stretched wide as Nicolas licks and fingers him from behind, his own red shirt clinging to his sweat-slicked chest. The rough grip of the straps and the relentless thrust of the fist make every movement deliberate, every breath a sharp intake as the asshole takes it all.