Alexander Garrett fucks John Carusso

Alexander Garrett grips John Carusso’s hips, his tattooed forearms flexing as he pins him to the cold metal table, the sterile hum of the studio’s equipment filling the air. John’s dark hair falls forward as Garrett’s fingers probe deep, then his mouth seals around John’s cock, teeth scraping the shaft before pulling back to lick the precome. The table creaks under them as Garrett lines himself up, the head of his cock pressing against John’s hole, the medical props, cold, unyielding, witnessing the slow, deliberate stretch before he drives in hard, his chest hair brushing John’s skin.