Backdoor Bathroom

Drew's tongue works deep between Wrex Wylde's cheeks, slicking every fold of that smooth hole. One look at how tight and ready Wrex's pucker sits tells Drew it's time. He lines up, pushes in raw, and drives hard till his balls slap skin. Wrex pushes back for more, so Drew pulls out and starts opening him with one slick fist, then the second. Leather creaks as Wrex rolls onto his shoulders, legs spread wide, letting Drew stretch him open till daylight shows through. When Drew pulls back, Wrex drops onto the first fist, sinks lower, then keeps going until he's riding past the elbow. Drew keeps both fists planted while Wrex's cock jerks and paints the stall door white.