Sammy Case, Marcus Iron and Timmy Thomas

Sammy Case grips the muscular Timmy Thomas by the hips, his clean-shaven jaw tight as he drives into him from behind in the thick woods, while Marcus Iron, dark-haired, broad-shouldered, kneels behind them, his tongue tracing the tight ring of Timmy’s asshole before slipping inside. The cowboy hat perched on Sammy’s head doesn’t hide the way his cock throbs against Timmy’s back as Marcus works him open with fingers, then mouth, the greenery blurring around them.