Dusty Williams, Mr. Cali and Christian Hunter

Dusty Williams and Mr. Cali kneel as Christian Hunter’s fingers stretch his asshole, slick with lube, while the bearded one presses his mouth against the pale, tattooed hole, tongue tracing the tight ring before pulling back. The blond’s fist slides in deep, knuckles disappearing as he leans forward, his muscular frame bracing Hunter’s hips for the slow, relentless stretch. A red bandana ties loose around one wrist, the only detail marking the rhythm of their hands, one licking, the other filling.