Bobby Clark’s beard scrapes David West’s neck as he pulls his head back by the hair, lips already wet with spit, while West’s fingers dig into Bobby’s ass, slick with lake water. The blond’s cock juts out, glistening under the sun, as West’s mouth opens wide around the thick base, tongue swirling before Bobby’s fist tightens in his hair. Their hands move fast, one gripping a straining cock, the other spreading West’s hole, fingers already working deep. The water behind them ripples, but neither looks away.
