Christian Wilde and Trent Diesel

Christian Wilde grips Trent Diesel’s hips while he kneels behind him, tongue deep in his asshole as Diesel’s fingers stretch him open. The cap shadows his face in some shots, but his tattoos stand out against the backyard fence as Wilde lines up, thick and ready, before slamming into him. Diesel grips the railing, head thrown back, while Wilde’s hand works his cock in time with the rough thrusts. The air smells of grass and sweat as they move, no words, just the wet sounds of flesh and the desperate grip of fingers around a cock.