Paul Walker fucks Jake Kelvin

Paul Walker pins Jake Kelvin against the locker room bench, his tattooed arms flexing as he grips the smaller man’s hips and drives into his ass from behind. Jake’s head is buried in the bench, his mouth stretched around Paul’s cock while his fingers dig into the wood, nails leaving crescent marks. The air smells of sweat and leather, the only sound the wet slap of flesh and Jake’s choked gasps as Paul’s grip tightens, his own breath ragged with each thrust.