Rowen Bailey and Sam Barclay

Rowen Bailey stands with his hands on Sam Barclay’s shoulders while his cock sprays thick streams into the open air, the dark woods swallowing the sound. Sam catches the warm spray in his mouth, his throat working as Rowen’s grip tightens, fingers digging into his collar. They drink straight from each other’s streams, hands locked together, the forest floor dampening the last drops.