The gentlemen's club is abuzz with the scent of leather and the quiet murmur of anticipation. Two members, their faces flushed with desire, retire to a private chamber, a bottle of chilled champagne and a platter of ripe, ready fruit awaiting them. They undress slowly, their eyes never leaving each other's bodies. One man lies back, his ass perched on the edge of the table, legs spread wide. The other, his eyes gleaming with hunger, takes in the sight, his tongue licking his lips in anticipation. He leans in, his hands squeezing the firm globes of flesh, his mouth watering as he starts to devour the offered feast, his tongue delving deep into the welcoming hole.