Daniel Wood and Marty Marshall

Daniel Wood grips Marty Marshall’s hips as he slams into him, his dark hair slick with sweat, while Marty’s smooth, muscular back arches under the pressure. Wood’s fingers dig into the cushions beneath them as he takes him hard, the pillows propping Marty’s ass up for deeper penetration. His mouth seals over Marty’s neck, sucking hard as his own cock pulses with every thrust, the bareback tag making it clear there’s no barrier between them. Marty’s fingers trace Wood’s spine, his own hole stretched wide as Wood’s rhythm turns relentless, the two locked together in a rough, unbroken grip.