Free-ranging and ass-fed. That sums up the salami of Boomer Banks. He’s slapping it on the palm of his hand, watching it grow, knowing that Angelo Marconi is lurking behind one of the hanging slabs of beef in the meat locker where they work. Angelo emerges with his mouth open. First, a helping of tongue, then he’s ready for a different serving of meat. Boomer’s massive sausage is but a single swallow for Angelo’s skilled throat. Angelo’s balls are trussed in rawhide and his prime rump is ready to eat. His fingers and Boomer’s tongue compete for space in the tight chute, and Boomer whets his appetite by licking the ass juice off Angelo’s fingers. Angelo has no problem accommodating such a massive slab of meat and his cock thickens perceptibly. He grabs onto an overhead meat hook to stabilize himself as Boomer slams into him, tenderizing his hole. Thick streams of cum cement their spent bodies in a seal of approval.