Colton Steele and Trystian Sweet

Colton Steele’s thick, hairy chest presses against Trystian Sweet’s back as he grips his hips, fingers probing his tight asshole while the cowboy hat perched on Steele’s head casts a shadow over their tangled limbs. Sweet braces himself against a gnarled tree trunk, his muscular frame bent just enough for Steele to take him from behind, first with his tongue, then with his cock, the rough bark digging into their skin as Steele’s beard scrapes against Sweet’s neck. The air smells of damp earth and sweat, the only sounds the wet slap of flesh and Sweet’s ragged breaths as Steele works him open.