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Preston Steel grips Trenton Ducati by the waist and cups his ass, critiquing his form as Trenton does squats. When Preston acknowledges admiring the view, Trenton compliments him in return and the next thing you know, they are feeling each other's muscles. The sheen of perspiration on Trenton's abs makes them ripple in the light. Preston laps at that perspiration like a cat at a saucer of milk; meanwhile, Trenton sheds his shorts and briefs. Although cock is the first item on the menu, it's only an appetizer. Preston slams four fingers into Trenton's muscular ass to prep it for what's next: a foot. Before that happens, Preston sits on Trenton's face to get his crack basted with tongue juices from his balls to his tailbone. Preston orders Trenton to 'worship my fuckin' feet,' so Trenton peels off one of Preston's knee-high green socks, barely having time to sniff it before Preston points his toes and sticks his foot in Trenton's mouth.