Alan Craft and David Gold fucking outdoors

Alan Craft grips David Gold’s hips, his fingers digging into the smooth muscle as Gold kneels in the garden dirt, his mouth locked around Craft’s cock with relentless suction. The low wall behind them offers no barrier, just the rough stone pressing into Craft’s ass as he drives into Gold, their bodies slick with sweat and the unprotected thrusts of bareback fucking. Gold’s hands brace against the ground, his own cock jutting free as Craft takes him hard, the air thick with the sounds of skin slapping and the wet, desperate rhythm of two men lost in the moment.