Logan McCree and Scott Campbell

Logan McCree kneels in the dirt, his tattooed chest pressed against Scott Campbell’s hairy back while his fingers work the tight asshole open, no lube, just grip and the wet sound of flesh stretching. Campbell stands over him, gripping his own cock as Logan takes turns licking the puckered hole, then swallowing the thick head before sinking back down to rim, his beard scraping against skin. The woods swallow the moans, the air thick with the scent of sweat and the sharp tang of cum dripping onto the ground.