Daddy Patrick fucks Hawk Mcallistar

Daddy Patrick’s gray hair and beard frame his hands as they grip Hawk McAllistar’s hips, fingers slipping deep into his tight hole while Hawk squats over the poolside fabric, his own hairy chest pressed against the low wall. The riming starts slow, Patrick’s tongue tracing the rim before his mouth seals around Hawk’s asshole, the fabric rustling as he leans back to take it deeper. No barrier between them, just the raw thrust of Patrick’s cock hitting Hawk’s stretched entrance, the outdoor light catching the sweat on their pale skin.