Lorenzo Flexx and Tex Davidson

Lorenzo Flexx grips Tex Davidson’s cock with a rough, tattooed hand while the hard hat on his head clatters against the concrete floor, his olive skin slick with sweat as he pulls back to lick the pre-cum from the head. Tex kneels between Flexx’s spread legs, his own thick cock bobbing as he wraps his lips around the base, fingers digging into the thick muscle of Flexx’s thighs while the white towel lies discarded beside them. The air hums with the wet sounds of sucking and the rhythmic pull of Flexx’s fist, his knuckles dark with ink as he works himself faster.