Paul Wagner and Ricky Sinz

Paul Wagner’s tattooed, muscular frame pins Ricky Sinz down on a bed of hay while his fingers work the other’s hole open, the blond’s breath ragged as he braces himself. The dark-haired one grips his hips hard, his own cock already slick with need, before slamming in deep with a rough, unhurried thrust. Ricky’s head turns toward the camera, his mouth parted as Wagner’s weight presses him into the rough straw, each stroke deliberate and unrelenting.