Austin and Mr Armstrong

Austin L Young’s tattooed, muscular frame pins Tim Armstrong down on the sauna bench, his bare hands gripping the older man’s hips as he works his tongue into the tight, puckered hole. The towel beneath them stays damp with sweat and slickness as Austin’s fingers stretch Armstrong’s ass open, then his cock drives deep, bareback, while Armstrong grips his own shaft with rough, desperate strokes. The heat of the sauna thickens the air with the sounds of wet flesh and ragged breaths, the only light cutting through the steam from the bench’s edge.