Damien Crosse and Bruno Bond

Damien Crosse grips Bruno Bond’s hips as he slams into him from behind, the fence groaning under their weight while his beard scrapes against the other man’s neck. Bruno arches back, his hole stretched tight as Damien’s cock pounds deep, fingers digging into his ass cheeks to hold him still. The rugs beneath them shift with every thrust, the outdoor air thick with the sound of skin slapping skin and the wet, desperate gasps of two men who don’t stop until Damien’s cum spills hot inside him.