Steven Gray and Dakota Rivers

Steven Gray grips Dakota Rivers’ hips hard as he slams into him from behind, the fence creaking under their weight while Rivers arches back, his fingers digging into the wood. Gray’s beard scrapes his neck as he pulls him deeper, the outdoor light catching the sweat glistening on their chests when they finally drop to their knees, Rivers’ mouth locked around Gray’s cock, his own fingers already working open the other’s tight hole. The only barrier between them is the rough wood and the way Gray’s grip never lets go, even when Rivers turns to kiss him, their bodies slick with the effort.