Welsey, on his knees, looks up at Nolan with hunger in his eyes. Nolan, towering over him, smirks and grabs Welsey's head, guiding his cock into Welsey's waiting mouth. Welsey moans, taking it all, his lips stretching around Nolan's girth. Nolan's tattoos flex as he fucks Welsey's face, his cock glistening with spit and pre-cum. Welsey, drool dripping down his chin, jerks himself off, his hand a blur. The room fills with the sound of wet, sloppy sex, the smell of sweat and cum hanging heavy in the air.