Thomas Fiaty fucks Dom Uly

Thomas Fiaty kneels between Dom Uly’s spread legs, his tattooed arms slick with lube as he works his fingers into the tight asshole, the other hand gripping the thick cock that juts from the smooth, athletic body. The locker room hums with the sound of flesh meeting flesh, Fiaty’s mouth seals around the shaft, his dark hair framing the motion as he takes the full length, while Uly’s muscular legs tremble under the pressure of his own fingers being sucked clean. The massage tables creak as they shift closer, the only light catching the sheen of sweat and oil on their skin.