The bearded man pins Trenton’s hips to the weathered planks, his fingers digging into the smooth muscle of his ass as he kneels on the bench, while Easton’s cock throbs between his lips. Trenton grips the wood behind him, his dark hair damp from the salt air, as the other works his hole open with rough precision. The beach wind carries the sound of their wet mouths, one on his asshole, the other on his cock, neither stopping to catch breath.
