Aybars and Logan McCree

Aybars grips the railing as Logan McCree kneels, his olive skin slick with sweat, fingers already working the dark-haired man’s hole while his own beard brushes the brick behind them. The tattooed one arches into the touch, his thick cock already leaking as Logan takes him deep, teeth scraping the base of his shaft. The railing creaks under Aybars’ weight as he slams down, his hairy chest slapping Logan’s back with every thrust.