Brayden Wolf fucks Dakota

Brayden Wolf’s beard scrapes against Dakota’s bare chest as he grips his cock, thick and flushed, while Dakota kneels on the weathered planks, his lean frame hunched over the rough wood. One fingers his own hole, slick with spit, while the other’s tongue traces the underside of Brayden’s shaft, then drags up his ass crack before pressing inside. The air smells of sweat and pine as Brayden pins Dakota’s shoulders to the boards, his hips snapping forward with every thrust, the sound of flesh slapping wood cutting through the silence.