Michael Stax fucks Cesar Rossi

Michael Stax grips Cesar Rossi’s hips while he’s bent over the exam table, his tattooed arms flexing as he drives deep into the hole with slow, deliberate thrusts. The gauze and bandages lie scattered as fingers trace wet paths, first around the rimmed ass, then inside, preparing the way. Stax’s clean-shaven jaw tightens with each push, his dark hair falling forward as he holds Rossi’s waist, fingers digging in just enough to keep him still. The only sounds are the wet slap of flesh and the sharp inhale when the cock finally bottoms out.