Javier Cruz and Tommy Deluca

Javier Cruz presses Tommy Deluca’s ass against the locker, his fingers slick with spit as he circles the tight hole before slipping inside, while Tommy leans forward, mouth open for the first taste of his own ass. The blond’s breath hitches as Cruz’s tongue traces the rim, fingers working deeper, the wooden bench creaking under their weight. Tommy grips the edge, ass raised, as Cruz’s mouth seals over the puckered entrance, teeth grazing just enough to make him shudder.