Cliff Jensen and Cameron Foster

Cliff Jensen’s tattooed arms grip Cameron Foster’s hips as he drives into him hard, the rough bark of the wooden platform biting into their backs. Foster’s asshole clenches around Jensen’s cock while his fingers dig into the warm, slick hole, the blue towel beneath them slick with spit and sweat. Jensen’s beard scrapes his neck as he latches onto his throat, swallowing deep with a wet, hungry sound. The woods swallow their groans, the only sound the wet slap of flesh and the rasp of breath.