Watch: Is that for real?

Nate Stetson’s beard scrapes against King Cuba’s neck as he grips the towel-wrapped locker, fingers already working Cuba’s hole open while his mouth seals over the other man’s throat. Cuba braces his hands on the metal, his tattoos glinting under the dim light as Nate’s tongue drags down his spine before taking his cock deep. The air smells like sweat and latex, the only sound the wet slap of flesh against locker doors as Nate’s hand slides between them, rimming Cuba hard before pulling back to line up.