Chris Reed, Marty Cane and david Hertz

Chris Reed grips the strap as Marty Cane kneels between his thighs, his tattooed chest rising with each breath while David Hertz watches from the edge of the couch, fingers already tracing the slick folds of Reed’s hole. Cane’s clean-shaven jaw presses into the skin as he takes Reed deep, the strap pulling taut around his hips, while Hertz leans in to lick the sweat from Reed’s neck, bareback, no barrier between them. The stocky, muscular man works Reed open with deliberate fingers, his own cock already glistening with anticipation.