Nick Moretti fucks Brock Rustin

Nick Moretti’s gloved hands stretch Brock Rustin’s hole open as he lies still on the table, while another man watches, his own tattoos shadowed by the dim light. The thick, slicked fingers push deep, filling him with deliberate pressure, each thrust measured and unhurried. Pale skin and shaved heads mark them all, muscles taut under the strain of the act.