Trent Summers fucks Anthoni Hardie

Trent Summers grips Anthoni Hardie’s hips, his sailor hat tilted low as he drives into him from behind, the stocky man’s hairy chest pressed against the pillow for leverage. Anthoni takes it deep, his own beard rough against Summers’ back as fingers probe his asshole before lips seal around it, tongue tracing the tight ring. The air fills with the wet slap of skin, Summers’ grip tightening on his own cock as Anthoni licks and sucks, then turns to take his load on the face. No costume, just hunger, one man elevated, the other kneeling, both lost in the grind.