Dimitry Simonit, Jake Lotti and Joris Leonard

Jake Lotti dominates with a bearded, muscular grip while Joris Leonard kneels, his mouth locked tight around the thick cock that fills it. Dimitry Simonit watches from the tent’s shadows, his own hands already working the slim, clean-shaven body below as the group oral swirls around the first man’s dripping head. Green military shirts peel away, leaving only sweat and the, unbroken rhythm of three men, one on his knees, one on his back, one holding them both in place.