Mike Cage Gets Fucked Hard By Stanley Stone

Stanley Stone grips Mike Cage’s hips, spreading them wide as he licks his asshole over a locker room bench, the yellow-and-black trunks of the bottom man clinging to his thighs. The tattooed one on his shoulder kneels between them, fingers probing deep before Stanley’s tongue takes over, his dark hair slick with sweat. Cage’s smooth, athletic body stays still only when Stanley’s grip tightens, his own hands gripping the bench as Stanley’s mouth works him open.