Paul Canon and Morgan Blake bend over a concrete ledge, their beards rough against the rough stone while the third man, muscular, dark-haired, and clean-shaven, presses his cock into Blake’s asshole from behind, fingers digging into his hips. Canon holds a phone, recording the way Blake’s hole stretches around the thick shaft, his breath ragged as the bearded man behind him slams deeper. The city hums in the background, but all that matters is the wet, bruising thrusts and the way Blake’s ass clenches around them both.
