Alex Killian fists Drew Dixon

Alex Killian’s fist stretches Drew Dixon’s tight hole open as the third man, bearded and tattooed in black, watches from the shadows with his glasses slipping down his nose. Drew’s slim frame bends over the glory hole’s toilet seat, his fingers already working his own ass while Alex’s knuckles press deep, the red leather harness on the third man’s hips unused but ready. The air smells of sweat and leather as lips seal around a cock, teeth scraping through the wet sound of a fist sliding in and out.